#ugly duckling the series

[honey-flustered]

I Loved You First

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Best Friend!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader, some Steve Harrington x Reader

Friends to Lovers trope (Fluff/Angst)

Summary: With your occult club’s big road trip coming up before graduation and prom, Eddie plans to confess his love for you. Only he’ll have to deal with competing for your attention from Steve and other human-shaped obstacles. (8.5k+ words)

Warnings: jealous!eddie, lovesick!eddie, hinted yandere!eddie, hurt and angst, insecurities, soft fluff, pining, idiots in love, boys fighting over reader, ugly duckling/swan reader backstory, mostly from eddie’s perspective, reader nicknamed “baby” or “babe”, one use of (y/n), eventual smut

Dear, stupid fucking heart

Why’d you have to go and make me fall for my best friend?

……

Oh, if only you’d look at him more…then you’d see the way he looks at you. You’d see the yearning in those big brown eyes that borders sorrow at the belief you’d never feel the same.

Yes, he’s willing to endure this pain of unrequited love for the rest of life as long as he tells you how he feels. But the issue of the matter is would he be able to handle everything else? Like the pain of seeing you in the arms of someone else. Or even worse, possibly ruining his friendship with you forever.

So he pitifully pines for you in silence, planning night after night how he’d approach his confession to you. And maybe it’s childish that he’ll remember to mention that he loved you first. But he did love you first. Before any of them. Before you blossomed into the raving beauty you are today.

Eddie saw you when you felt invisible. On days you hated the way you looked, he loved you the most. And whenever you’d let yourself be geeky and unabashed, he’d fall for you all over again.

He. Loved. You. First. Before them all.

They wouldn’t understand your humor, the things you find interesting, the weird hypothetical conversations. They wouldn’t understand you. The real you. But he understands.

So why? Why won’t you look at him?!

Wait, you were looking at him! Did you just say something? Shit! Eddie had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t registered a peep of what you said.

“Huh?” Eddie says.

“Welcome back to Earth. Did you have a nice journey in space?”

“Hardy har har.” He says sarcastically.

“You can’t blame me for teasing,” You giggle. “You’ve been out of it lately. Is everything alright?”

“I’m fine just thinking about this trip.”

He tries to walk ahead of you to keep you from seeing the blush on his face but you quickly take his hand and lead him back to you.

You place your hands on his shoulders, commanding him to look you in your eyes. “Firstly, I wanted to say thank you for going on this trip with me as my plus one. I know how you feel about the gemini twins considering they were big bullies in middle school. But they aren’t …entirely awful anymore. If that sounds remotely convincing.”

“It does not.”

“On to my next point, I guess. Maybe you’re out of it because you know who the twins will be bringing as their plus one. I know that you still have feelings for Chrissy and it’s okay that you do. Strong feelings take time to go away. This could either be an experience of closure or something that may very well bloom.”

He wraps a hand over yours. “I can assure you. I’m so over her. All I care for now is for this to be the best trip ever for the two of us. Especially for you. You’re the trip’s planner and I know how much this means to you for everything to go accordingly.”

“With you as my good luck charm, this should be running smoothly,” You grin, picking up a book of spells from the shelf. “I forgot to thank you for giving me a ride to this occult shop. So, thank you. You’re the fucking best.”

“It’s nothing. You can ask me any time.”

“No but, seriously, you’re the best. I know I’ve been a little annoying asking you to give me a ride all over the place like a goddamn chauffeur since my car fucked up,” You lower the book from your view. “How’s my car doing by the way? Ever figured out the issue?”

“Nope,” Eddie lies. “Still looking for any sign of damage. But don’t worry. You can never annoy me. Except for whenever you sing Cyndi Lauper at the top of your lungs. Then, it’s like ‘Jesus H. Christ, woman, are you trying to kill me?’.”

Another lie. He actually loves it when you do that.

You gawk at him in feigned offense, shoving him playfully. “A girl just wants to have fun, Edward. I should be allowed time after time.”

He snorts. “Referencing her song titles casually in conversation? That’s a new one.”

“Clever, ain’t it?” You wink. “So, what do you think of this spell book? Is it good enough for ‘show and tell’ night?”

“Unless we read anything in there that’ll come true, I doubt anyone would be impressed.”

“Oh, so you don’t think the tickle spell works?” You say, blinking innocently.

“The tickle spell?” Your pure features morph into a sinister smile and Eddie knew he’d walked right into that one. He raises a hand to halt you. “Do not even think about it. I bite.”

“I’ll take the risk.” Your fingers dance around his sides and he begins to giggle like a schoolgirl while cursing you like a sailor.

“S-stop t-that.” He strains between laughter.

“Alright,” You sigh, easing off of him. “Sorry, Eds. I saw an opportunity and had to seize it. You always did say you’re convinced I was a dad in another life.”

“That was mean. You know, I’m very sensitive to that,” He says while still laughing. “What was that for?”

“Because I like your smile and you’re not doing enough of that today.”

Eddie smiles wider, knowing he probably looks goofy but he’s on a high from your words. He leans back against the shelf, tilting his head to one side. “You notice my smile patterns?”

“Of course, I notice. I’m a funny person if you’re not laughing then that hurts my ego.” You quip.

“We don’t want you hurting that now, do we? It’s not like it’s the size of Texas or something.”

“You’re one to talk. You know the saying ‘big ego, little ears’.” You tug on his ears.

“My ears are far from small, sweetheart. Among other things.” He clicks his tongue.

You tug his ears with more force. “There’s that ego showing.”

He brings his hands up to yours, pulling gently. “I showed you mine. Show me yours.”

It felt as if the shelves were closing in around him but in a good way. Like the atmosphere was coming together just so it could push the two of you together. For a second, it looks like you’re looking at him the way he’s always wanted you to. But before he could lean any closer, an unexpected presence interrupts the momentum of his bravado.

“What are you guys doing?” Steve asks with a chuckle.

You look over at him, beaming. “Comparing our egos.”

Peeling off your best friend, you walk over to Steve and the two of you share a quick embrace. Eddie sighs his frustration quietly, pulling himself up from the shelf to greet his close friend.

“Harrington,” Eddie greets as the two clap each other up. “What are you doing here? Didn’t think this type of shit was your scene?”

“Baby invited me.” Steve says, pointing your way.

“Yeah, sorry, Eds. I forgot to mention that Steve’s tagging along with us on the trip,” You explain. “He’s been trying to find something for show and tell, too. So, I invited him to the search with us. Now that Steve’s going on the trip, the twins and Chrissy being there doesn’t seen so bad, huh?”

“Yeah,” Eddie says, trying to disguise the disappointment in his tone. “I’m stoked but…confused. How are you able to go? Robin’s taking Vickie as her plus one.”

“I’m Dustin’s plus one,” Steve replies. “Apparently, his mother trusts me to supervise him on this trip.”

Eddie had forgotten that Dustin joined the occult club in addition to the hellfire club. Dustin had done so after one summer of reading strictly horror comics in which his fascination for lovecraftian creatures and cryptids grew.

“Aww, babysitter Stevie’s back.” You poke fun.

He glares at you, arms crossed. “I thought we retired that title.”

“I thought so, too. Yet here we are,” You fired back. “So what exactly are you looking to impress us with?”

Steve thinks for a moment. “I’m not sure. In fact, I shouldn’t be telling you guys what I’ll be bringing in if I’m going to win.”

“Try all you might, dear, but you’ll never beat me.” You challenge.

“What about you, Eddie? I’m guessing you think you’ll be winning this, too.”

“I’m not doing it, actually. I figured I’d let Baby have her shine in this.”

What seem like an innocent noble act to him was taken as an offensive blow to you.

You quirk up an eyebrow. “It almost sounds like you’re saying that if you were to join show and tell, you’d beat me hands down?”

Steve grimaces. “It does sound a lot like that, buddy.”

“I’m being a gentleman.” Eddie defends.

“Spare me,” You scoff. “I don’t want your pity. I want you to put your money where your mouth is. I’ll see to it that you bring your show and tell item. That way we’ll really see who comes out on top. For now, we’ll split up and we’ll leave our choices as a surprise.”

“Sounds good to me,” Steve says. “You two know much I love a little friendly competition.”

“I’m going to another section of this store. Try not to follow me.” You say in an alluring tone before strutting.

The boys wait until you’re a good enough distance before they began their sparring of words. Unbeknownst to you, some weeks ago, the boys caught on to each other’s feelings for you. Although they’ve mentioned to keep things cordial, as the two viewed one another as brothers, it proves to be quite difficult when they’re always trying to one up each other.

“So…Steve,” Eddie says with a tight smile. “You’re attending the trip. I thought you were passed high school things now that you’re a big college boy and all.”

“I decided I need to be there for my good friend, Dustin.” Steve says, matching Eddie’s polite tone.

“He’s my friend, too, ya know.”

“He was mine first.”

Eddie points at him, narrowing his eyes and smiling.“Got me there, bud. But ya know,” He begins, pacing slowly. “Baby was my friend first. Just to clear that up.”

“What’s your point?”

“Just sayin’,” Eddie shrugs, guiltlessly. “I mean, don’t be surprised during the trip if you don’t have her attention.”

Steve smirks. “Is it that I won’t have her attention or that I won’t take her attention…from you? Because the latter implies that no matter how hard I try, it wouldn’t be enough to take her away from you. But here’s the thing, Munson, I really don’t have to try. I won’t need to have her attention when she’ll already be looking at me.”

“I don’t know, man. Do you really think so? Because if she really were actually paying any attention to you, she’d see how extra swishy your hairs looking today. Looks like that Farrah Fawcett hairspray is really working miracles. You’d think she’d at least compliment the hair.”

“Oh, she’ll notice,” Steve winks. “Give it time.”

The boys exchange heated looks not registering your presence as you peeked your head in the corridor. “Did you guys find what you’re looking for?”

Steve runs his hands through his hair and sighs, “Not quite.”

“Yeah, me neither. Going to keep hunting,” You nearly continue on your way but end up doing a double take instead. “Stevie, you’re putting the ‘hair’ in ‘Harrington’ today! It just looks so glorious. Like Disney prince.”

“You flatter me.” Steve says, smugly.

When you leave, he sends Eddie a ‘told ya so’ look and Eddie fumes to himself. What’s wrong with his hair? Sure, you’ve complimented his hair every now and then but you’ve never compared it to a Disney prince’s hair. That’s a pretty top-tier compliment!

You win this round, Harrington.

——————

After purchasing your findings from the occult shop, you go over to Eddie’s place to help him pack. He’s usually last minute with these things but it never bothers you especially when you get to see his wardrobe. Sometimes, he’d even model them for you.

“Oh, please! Model this hat for me.” You plead, hands clasped.

“You setting me up, woman.” He says, spotting your polaroid camera that you did a poor job of hiding behind you.

“Come on, for me,” You pout, giving your best puppy dog eye. “I won’t take your picture.”

“Fine. But only one outfit. Just let me go into the closet and change really quick.” He grumbles.

After a few moments, he returns out of the closet wearing a Roger Rabbit costume from that one Halloween two years ago when the two of you went as Roger and Jessica Rabbit. You erupt into giggles, holding your stomach as you fell back against the mattress.

“Why?”

“Because I knew it’d make you laugh,” He says, walking over to you. You wait until his face comes in view before you take your camera and snap a picture and he looks at you with a look of stunned betrayal. “You said no pictures.”

“I can’t help it,” You say through your fit of laughter. “Why do you still have that costume?”

He tries to grab the camera from your hands but you move away, going further up the bed. He crawls after you and pulls your legs, dragging you beneath him to get the camera. He loses track of what he was aiming for, looking at you giggling below him. His lower body pressed up against yours.

Your laughter dies on your lips as you stare up at him with doe eyes. He’s breathing hard but not from the rigorous struggle to capture you.

You face heats up and Eddie’s confused as to why you seem so flustered. That is until he shifts his weight above you and feels the heavy and very hard uninvited entity between his legs, poking at your exposed belly.

His cow eyes widen, lips parted as his cheeks paint pink. “Erm—I—It’s not what it—“

You snap another photo of his reaction. “Gotcha.”

He peels off your body, sitting up in a daze while trying to adjust the cartoonish red shorts. You sit up as well, examining the photos with a fond smile. He snaps out of it, glancing over your shoulder to see the results.

“They’re perfect.” You sigh.

“I look like a tweaker.”

“But you’re my little tweaker,” You pinch his cheek. “Besides, this is for my personal collection. Something to cheer me up before I leave for university.”

Oh, right. He’d forgotten about that. Or better yet, he’s been trying to forget. He just couldn’t imagine going over to your place and not seeing you there. If he were smarter, he’d be going with you but he knew he couldn’t get accepted with his grades. He’d only barely made it as a graduate, thanks to the assistance of his friends who never gave up on him.

But of course you were leaving for university. Eddie was the one who encouraged it. Even when you told him that you’d attend community college just to be with him. What kind of friend would he be if he didn’t let you strive for the stars? You wouldn’t have let him settle if Eddie got the deal of a lifetime regarding his music.

So, as the saying goes… if you love someone, let them go.

“I’m really going to miss you.” Eddie says, quietly.

You laugh humorlessly. “Probably not too much since Jeff and Gareth will be staying in town. Then there’s also Steve.”

“They’re all great but…they’re not you,” Eddie admits. “Wanna know why I kept this stupid costume? It’s because it was one of the best Halloween’s for me. We stayed up all night in my trailer getting high, listening to Weird Al, talking about stupid shit that didn’t even matter. I loved that night. And I love…I love…”

He had no issue before telling you that he loved you. But that was when his love for you was a lot more tame in meaning. Now that his love for you burns with the intensity of a thousand suns, he chokes up in fear.

“…I love being around you. You’re my best friend.” He finishes, avoiding your gaze so you couldn’t see him being angry with himself.

He feels the slightest touch on his hand, your fingers curling around it. He swivels his head in your direction, seeing a sincere and loving smile on your face.

“Is it safe to admit that I still have my costume because it was one of the best nights of my life, too?”

He breaks a smile and you do the same, holding each other’s hand in comfortable silence.

——————

5am sky paints like a canvas of dark to milky blues and a tinge of orange in the mix as the sun rose up. Everyone was set to meet on the campus of school around this time.

In one car, there was Steve, Dustin, Robin, and Vickie. In the other were you and Eddie. Both cars pulling up in the lot simultaneously.

You exit the vehicles heading over to greet the girls and Dustin, going on excitedly about what was up on the itinerary for the 2 days. Eddie momentarily greets the group before turning his attention to Steve for yet another showdown.

“Harrington.” Eddie mutters in disdain, arms crossed.

“Munson.” Steve replies in an equally hostile tone.

“Henderson,” Dustin says, cutting in with a finger raised. “What’s with all the testosterone circling between you two? Somebody lost a video game rematch again?”

“Don’t mind us, Henderson,” Steve says, eyes still staring intensely at his rival friend. “Eddie and I are just having a little discussion.”

“You’ve only said one word to each other. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve assumed you guys are fighting over Baby,” Dustin says, laughing hysterically until he darts his eyes nervously between the boys. “P-please don’t tell me that I’m right.”

You enter the conversation, the girls following after. “Hey guys, what’s with the long faces? Was there a video game rematch that I missed?” You ask, concerned.

“Oh, no. We’re just playing around like we always do. Right, buddy?” Eddie says while ruffling Steve’s hair out of place causing Steve to stare daggers at him.

He plays it off with a laugh, fixing his hair again.“Yeah, just boys being men.”

“Oookay,” You say, puzzled. “Well, it looks like everybody else is running a little lat—oh no, I stand corrected. A few more cars are coming in.”

Eddie recognizes that red Camaro anywhere. But it couldn’t be. What would he be doing on a trip like this? But then he remembered: the douchebag had a little sister. Max.

“Billy fucking Hargrove.” Eddie and Steve say at once then exchange looks with one another.

“The hell’s he doing here?” Steve asks.

“You know this genius,” Robin says. “Max is a part of this club and she really wanted to go on this trip but couldn’t go without trusted supervision so…”

“He’s her plus one.” Eddie finishes with a groan.

Here’s your history with Billy Hargrove. He’s your neighbor. A couple years before you became the ‘beauty bombshell’ you are today, you had a crush him. Eddie knew of this which embarrassed you a bit because Billy wasn’t very nice to you or Eddie back in high school. He was always ignoring you and when he did know of your existence he’d tease you for being so flustered around him. That was until one summer starting your Junior year—him, his senior year—when you came back a whole new person.

Billy loves a challenge and you were definitely going to be one. Not only did you loathe him because you realized how shallow of a male he was but it made it much easier for you to despise him knowing his feud with Steve.

But Eddie knew Billy would stop at nothing to impress you despite him having plenty of options to choose from on this trip.

Max is clearly not in the best mood with her step brother being there. But she cheers up a little when she meets up with the gang.

Billy follows shortly behind with an awkward silence from the gang. Of course, his sights were on you but for now he decides to focus on the man he’d least expected to there.

“Is that King Steve?” Billy says

“Yeah, yeah, It’s me. Don’t cream your pants.” Steve mutters.

“I think you and I are going to get along on this trip. I’m feeling it,” He smirks then turns his attention to you and Eddie. “Well, don’t you both just look so precious. Have you guys finally tied the knot yet?”

Eddie scrunches up his nose in anger ready to fire so harsh words but you were quick with an answer. “Careful. All that hot air you’re filled with will make you fly away some day. Try talking less, maybe.”

“I’m just teasing, Babe. I know Munson could never talk you out of your pants. Hell, he couldn’t even talk you out of a car if it were burning.”

“Why don’t you fuck off, Hargrove? Or do you need somebody’s mom to help do that for you?” Eddie says, referencing Billy’s run-ins of sleeping with married women.

Billy sneers. “I needed a smoke anyway.”

The moment he leaves you drop the mean mug on your face, smiling brightly as you raise a hand for a high five. “We are a snarky pair. Nice touch on the ‘mother fucker’ joke.”

Eddie laughs, high-fiving you. “Mother…fucker? That’s genius, Baby. I don’t know how you come up with these things.”

A few more cars begin to pull in and you recognize them to be Jonathan and Argyle, The Twins and Chrissy, and the remaining of the club which one of member in particular happened to be your ex-boyfriend, Avery Spinelli.

“You didn’t tell me he’d be on the trip,” Eddie whispers. “Will you be okay spending the two days with him?”

“Oh, yeah,” You wave off. “Avery and I are still good friends. We simply just didn’t work out. If I can be in an hour and 30 minute meeting with this guy. 2 days will be nothing.”

You wait until everyone meets in the middle to begin your roll call. Once you were sure everyone was present you began to go over the trip details and itinerary.

“Good morning, everyone! I love seeing those smiling faces,” You pause for a moment, glancing at the group who all looked equally exhausted and annoyed. You swallowed hard, shifting awkwardly. “Ok, I can see that we’re not all fully awake yet. That’s fine because you will be once we get to Point Pleasant, West Virginia. Of course, that’ll be in about 9 hours, but at least this’ll allow us the chance to get to know one another more intimately.”

“That’s cool and all, dudette, but I’ve got a girlfriend that’ll kill me if I do anything like that.” Argyle says.

“Intimate as in personal, Aggy,” You explain. “Nothing sexual in nature. There are children present.”

“Mother says I’m a little man.” Dustin pouts.

“You’re not helping your case.” Max says, patting his shoulder.

“Onto the main focus of this trip,” You continue. “There’s a reason why I chose Point Pleasant. Specifically, because of Mothman sightings. We’re going to share a cabin in the woods where we’ll get to see whether or not it exists. On Day 2, we’ll be going to the cornfield to spot mysterious alien crop circles. It’s going to be a blast! Ava and Ida, would you girls like to add anything?”

“Yes,” Ava steps to the front. “This will also be a very healing experience. We’re going to really tap into the spiritual side of ourselves because in order to connect with the world of occultism, we must look within ourselves first.”

“Oh, brother.” Eddie mutters to himself, possibly too loud.

“I’m sorry, Munson. Did you like to add anything?” Ava says, bringing all eyes on him.

Eddie clears his throat awkwardly, steps up from the circle. “I just wanted to bring up an interesting fact about the cabin. Someone was murdered in one of the rooms there. Good luck finding which one.”

He steps back into place and the group is silent for a moment. You break the silence. “T-thank you for that heads up, Eddie. Well, we should be hitting the road now. There’s 15 of us. I’m thinking we carpool so there are less cars. Eddie and Argyle suggested that they’ll be taking their vans. Billy’s taking his own car as well. Which leaves the RV. A big thank you to Avery for bringing his dad’s RV. It’s perfect for carrying at least the majority of us.”

“Anything for you, Babygirl.” Avery winks.

Eddie seethes. The nerve of him to address you so casually. As if he still had you. By the look on your face, Eddie understood that you were just as confused at the sudden nickname. Usually, people just called you ‘Baby’ simply because of how kind you were but Avery thought he was just sooo clever calling you ‘Babygirl’ like it was any deviation from the original nickname.

“Dustin and I will be riding with you guys,” Steve says to you, watching Eddie’s reaction from the corner of his eye. “Robin and Vickie are going with Argyle for ‘herbalist enthusiasts’ reasons.”

Eddie almost forgot about obstacle #1. He was so caught up with the men that could potentially set their sights on you that he ignored the one who’s actively doing so.

“Maybe I should switch cars.” You joke.

“You’d never leave me.” Eddie scoffs.

“True, but that’s only because you’re terrible at reading a map.” You tap his nose before skipping away.

“I can totally read a map!”

“No, you can’t.” Steve and Dustin say simultaneously, jolting Eddie in surprise.

—————

“Bullshit! Bigfoot would annihilate Mothman,” Dustin argues. “Are you serious? Mothman? Because he has wings? Bigfoot would rip those clean off.”

“Mothman can carry Bigfoot in the air, drop him and turn him into a pancake,” You challenge. “Meanwhile all Bigfoot does is hide. Probably because he can’t fight.“

“Bros, help us settle this thing. This girl has no idea what she’s talking about. Eddie, what’s your pick?”

“I’ll have to go with Mothman, too. She’s made some pretty valid points.” Eddie shrugs.

“Thank you, Eds.” You smirk at Dustin. Meanwhile, Eddie sticks his tongue out at Steve through the reflection of his rearview mirror.

“Of course you would.” Dustin glares at Eddie.

“I actually think it would be Bigfoot that wins. He’s hiding because he’s working on some gains, obviously. Dude’s hiding a six-pack under all that fur. Mothman’s got the physique but no strength. Take it from me. I was an athlete so…” Steve finishes.

Dustin raises a chin smugly at you.

“Very valid point, Stevie. I’ll admit defeat,” You say, turning in your seat to bow your hands up and down. “All hail, King Steve and Sir Dustin.”

You sit back in place and Steve repays Eddie’s taunting, raising a middle finger the moment Eddie looks into the mirror.

“So what’s the first thing we’ll be doing today?” Steve asks you.

You read out the schedule in your planner. “We’ll meet up at the cabin, put our things away. And then we’re going to explore the haunted chapel.”

“A haunted chapel? I think I heard another interesting fact about a particular ghost that lives there. People say it’s a type of ghost so powerful when it possesses you, you begin to shake violently.” Eddie says.

Your eyes become the size of saucers. “Oh my god! What kind of ghost is that?”

“The holy ghost.”

Breaking your fearful stare, you laugh hysterically. “That was such a dad joke. I thought those were my thing.”

“I can be funny, too.” He laughs.

After hours upon hours of driving, Eddie could feel himself tiring out from staring at the road too long. You catch on to his sluggish reaction times, his silence noticeably missing from the group’s conversation. Feeling concerned for everyone’s safety, you address the situation.

“You’d like for me to drive?” You offer.

Eddie waves off your concerns. “I’m great. I’ve driven cross country in 2 days to meet with a producer who gave me a handshake along with a signed Metallica CD and sent me on my dirtbag way. This is nothing.”

“But you look so tired.”

“I could drive.” Steve says.

“I’m not letting you near my baby.” Eddie says, defensively. He blinks fast, eyes wide like a deer in headlights at the possibility of being taken out of context. “I meant like not letting you drive my van…who is like a baby…to me.”

Steve mouths a ‘Nice save’ to him.

“Eddie, please,” You pout, shaking him lightly. “You need rest. You wouldn’t want to risk getting anyone like Dustin hurt, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He sighs, reluctantly parking the car off to the side and the cars following do the same.

“Thank you,” You pat his hand. “You can go ahead and switch seats with Steve.”

“You’ll come to the back with me, right?” Eddie asks with pleading eyes.

“I’ll need help with the map, too. Sorry,” Steve shrugs. “You’ve got Dustin to keep you company, though.”

Eddie turns to look at Dustin who smiles a red smile at the metalhead, teeth and mouth red from the cherry popsicle he’d gotten from a rest stop.

Eddie exhales grumpily. “Alright. But you’re sharing whatever snack you’ve got in that gigantic backpack you’re carrying.”

“Even the strudel?” Dustin whines.

“Is that even a question? Now move over, I’m diving in.” Eddie says, pulling off his seatbelt to crawl over the console into the back.

“At least wait until I’m out of the seat.” Steve grumbles, struggling to exit the van while dodging Eddie’s wild movements. He takes his place in the front seat, locking in his seatbelt to see you watching him in content.

“Hey, cell mate 3027, looking cool.” You smirk.

“Right back at ya, 3026.”

The two of you had a little insider due to your family’s ending up in the same hotel for a holiday vacation. His room was 3027 and yours 3026.

It was your sophomore year and you only knew Steve as kind of a jerk. But by his junior, his attitude improved and on your family’s vacation, when you’d spotted him, he was kind enough to say ‘hi’ despite you being considered a ‘loser’. He’d even give you the cellmate nickname whenever he ran into you and it stuck ever since. When Eddie and Steve became friends a little after Steve graduated, your bond grew from there.

A tap on the window alerts everyone to look in the passenger window.

Billy Hargrove.

You groan your frustration and lower the window.

“Everything okay?” He asks.

“Yeah,” You say dismissively, your arms crossed. “We just switched drivers because it’s a long drive.”

“You’re thinkin’ smart and safe. I like that,” Billy praises. “That’s why you’re in charge.”

“Whatever.” You roll your eyes.

“You know, I’m really glad to be here,” He leans in. “I could use the time to really be one with nature and challenge my world view. Max invited me out of obligation and I was pretty bummed at first. Then, I heard you’d be here and I don’t know…somehow it made me feel okay.”

You snort. “Why? I don’t even like you or could even stand to talk to you.”

“Yeah, but I’d like change that. I don’t know what it is about you lately, Sassy… but I can’t get you out of my head. I’m thinking it’s divine intervention that I’m here with you instead of anywhere else. Maybe I can make things right between us.”

Your face heats up at the deep richness of voice. You avoid his gaze, crossing your arms and he smirks as if he’d won a prize. The smooth bastard.

Steve rolls his eyes and says, “You can go now, Hargrove. We’re all good here.”

“Understandable,” He says, tapping the side of the van. “Guess I’ll be seeing you again at the cabin.”

You remain silent, glaring at him.

He chuckles, nodding. “I’ll get you to warm up to me eventually.”

He walks off and you let out a breath you weren’t sure you held. He just made you so tense sometimes that you couldn’t help but to go stiff. You had to admit though…he has a way with words, knowing just what to say to make you feel little flutters in your tummy.

But if you could see what went on in Eddie’s mind you’d see how much more intense and visceral his reaction to Billy is compared to yours. He wanted to go after the bastard. He taps HIS van?! Then proceeds to flirt with the love of his life right in front of him?!

The disrespect Eddie experienced today was enough to become murderous. Steve’s expression held up no better. He was furious, gripping the steering wheel for dear life as he continues on to the road.

But then you reach a hand up, rubbing his arm to comfort him. “Hey, that must’ve been so tough for you. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m okay now. You know about how he kicked my ass because he was so obsessed about being better than me and taking my title as ‘King of Hawkins High’ whatever the hell that means?”

“Yeah, I heard about it. I was out sick that day. You know how they always say you miss out on all the drama when your absent,” You giggle. “I’m sure you held your own that day. Your pretty face is still intact.”

“You think my face is pretty?” Steve laughs.

“Yeah,” You nod. “I’d be blind if I didn’t.”

“What about me?” Eddie says, scooting up so that you can see him at your side. “I ain’t much to look at but—“

“Not much to look at? Dude…I’m always staring at you. All the time,” You admit. “You’ve got the prettiest eyes. I always tell you how jealous I am of them. You’re all so pretty. Especially the cutie in the back named Dustin.”

Dustin twiddles with his fingers bashfully. “My Suzie says I’m a 10.”

“That girl’s got taste.” You praise.

Eddie couldn’t care at all that you called Steve a pretty face. Not when you’ve just admitted that you look at him, too. Maybe not exactly how he hoped but it’s close enough.

“Sucks that Max couldn’t join us. Imagine having to spend 9 hours with Billy. Woof!” You cringe. “To think I had a crush on that guy.”

“I tried talking some sense into you.” Eddie says.

“Well, if ever you find me hanging around him—please, oh, please—take me away.”

“Gladly!” The three boys say in unison, confusion settling around.

————

After sometime, Dustin and you had fallen asleep during the car ride, leaving the men to become more acquainted with one another.

“Why are you suddenly into her? You never gave her a second glance?” Eddie inquires.

“Of course I didn’t. I hardly seen her at all. Our paths just never aligned to be around each other as much we do now. I’ve gotten to know her and now I like her.”

“What about Nancy? Thought you were trying to win her back?”

“Nancy and I have been over for so long. What about you? Don’t you have a thing for cheerleaders or something?”

“Chrissy was just a little crush. We all have ‘em. Doesn’t make us tied at the hip? But I’m wiser. I know what I want. I want Baby. It’s always been her. So, you should just forget about taking her from me? Because she’s already mine.”

“You wish. I’ll stop at nothing to make her mine.”

“Neither will I.”

“May I suggest something?” Dustin says, raising his head.

“Jesus!” Eddie jolts up. “Weren’t you asleep?”

“I usually wake up to the sound of a challenge. And it looks like you two are in need of settling this shit. But your going to compete for her heart, you’ll first have to knock out all the competition.

First contender: The Crush a.k.a. Billy Hargrove, psychotic douchebag turned ‘changed’ man.”

“Former…crush,” Eddie emphasizes. “She hates his guts now so he’s nothing to worry about.”

“Au contraire,” Dustin says. “Hargrove’s a prick but he’s got a way with words that’ll make any girl weak. Baby’s pretty strong but she’s only human. Word on the street is: never let your girl see him doing manual labor less you want to lose her forever.”

“Goddamn.” Eddie says, lost for words.

“Second contender: The Ex a.k.a. Avery Spinelli, astrology buff who has an affinity for women he believes are his soulmates. A girl could never really shake of her ex, now can she? And I hear he’s looking to ask Baby to prom and possibly to be his girlfriend again.”

“Wait, how are you knowing all of this?” Steve questions.

“I’m around a lot of girls in that club, okay?” He mutters, embarrassed. “Avery’s planning getting her to take him back with his show & tell performance. He told her it was a magic hat performance but it’s really just a promposal.”

“I knew I didn’t trust him!” Eddie shouts.

“Shhh,” Steve puts a finger to his lips, glancing for a moment to see you stir a little in your seat. “You’ll wake her. But fuck that guy.”

“Yeah, fuck that guy.” Eddie whisper-yells.

“Focus, amigos,” Dustin sighs. “Lastly, we have—-

“It’s Argyle isn’t it?” Eddie says. “The true himbo.”

“He’s a favorite among the ladies for sure but he’s dating Suzie’s older sister, Eden. And they’re real serious,” Dustin begins. “The Third Contender is actually The Potential a.k.a….Jonathan Byers.”

“Jonathan?!” The two men say in shock.

“Yep. According to Will and Mike, Jonathan and Nancy are on a break.”

“Holy shit.” Steve says.

“But him?” Eddie asks.

“Jonathan and (y/n) both love photography and conspiracies. Sometimes during club meeting, they’d have 1 on 1 deep conversations. Even before Jonathan and Nancy went on their break…I sensed a connection with those two. I doubt Jonathan will make any move on her, though. But from my perspective, it looks like she digs him heavily. El says she heard them talking on the phone one night.”

“Y-yeah, but Baby told me it was only because they had a school project together.” Eddie says.

“Do you know what happens when two hormonal teenagers are in close proximity?” Dustin asks rhetorically. “For all we know, they’re looking at each other in a whole new light.”

“Oh, shiiit.” Eddie groans.

“If you guys wanna get to her, you’ll have to go through them. It’s the only way,” Dustin explains. “Once their out of the way, it’ll be so much easier for her to make her decision. In fact, I’d like to add some stakes.”

“Uh-oh.” Eddie says.

“‘Uh-oh’ is right,” Dustin smiles wickedly. “Instead of confessing your feelings to her, you both should get her to confess to you first. That way for sure you’ll know who she truly has feelings for. She has to say it on her own will so you can’t ask her to say it. No sexual contact of any kind, you heathens. If either of you confess or make sexual contact before she make the move, that’s breaking the rules. And breaking the rules means punishment: a haircut!”

“Whoooa.” Steve disapproves.

“That’s just brutal.” Eddie says.

“What? You guys chicken? If you’re really that good at seducing girls, then there shouldn’t be a problem getting her to say it. Or…you can admit defeat claiming that neither of you have game.”

“Someone’s getting a little big for their britches.” Steve criticizes.

Eddie nods. “It’s his tone, right?”

“You dickheads in or not?” Dustin wages.

“I’m in.” Steve says.

“I’m in, too. This’ll be a piece of cake. Baby’s told me she liked me plenty of times before.” Eddie says, smugly.

“So do sisters to their brothers.” Steve retorts.

“Did you just brother-zoned me on her behalf?”

“It’s clear as day that it’s what she meant by it. You’d have to be brain dead to not know.”

“You’ve got some nerve…”

“Oh, I really do…”

Dustin shakes his head at the obnoxious men, placing his headphones on his head and going back to sleep.

———————

You board off the van and intake the fresh air around you. After 9 hours, you’d made it to the cabin and it was still bright out to do the planned activities of the day.

“Change of plans, everyone,” Co-Club president Ida says, standing in front of the huddled circle. “Scratch the chapel plans. My twin sis, Ava, just got off the phone with the police. Apparently, there’s a whole investigation ongoing regarding a secret fight club being held there. So instead Baby, our trip organizer, what else do you have planned for us? Hopefully, something less ‘mercury in retrograde’ kind of fuck up.”

You clenched teeth in a faux smile. “Thank you, Ida. And, no, this isn’t a fuck up yet,” You take the front. “Today, we should just relax. It’s our first day here in Point Pleasant so let’s make the most of it and enjoy the environment. I was reading the map and it looks like we’re nearby the cornfield so if we’re feeling up to it tonight, we can simply walk there. Maybe see some alien activity.”

“Hexcellent idea, Babes. I knew I was right to put you in charge,” Ava says, patting your back. “Maybe try a crystal healing bath to connect you with your guiding spirit, though. We don’t want any more bumps in the road for this trip, now do we?”

“Okay.” You try to swallow then nasty words you had to say to her.

“I’m lovin this so far,” Argyle says. “Little chillaxing here and there. Then at night, we get to hang with the aliens. I’m thinking they’ll be really vibey because they’re not held down by societal constructs like we are.”

“That’s so genius, man. How do you think of this shit?” Jonathan laughs.

“It just comes to me, bro.” Argyle says.

You take the joint from behind Argyle’s ear. “How high are you?”

“No, no. It’s ‘Hi, how are you?’, dude,” Argyle says, petting your head. “It’s okay. That one’s always a big tongue twister for me, too.”

You shake your head in bewilderment. “Let’s put our bags away so we can have some fun. I’m thinking we do show & tell in a couple hours.”

“Last one there gets the haunted bedroom.” Robin says, rushing past with her bags and Vickie follows after giggling hysterically.

The group races into the log home, claiming their bedrooms. While Eddie busies himself with unloading his duffel bag, he hears a light tap and turns to see you leaning on one side of the frame.

“Hi.” You say.

“Hey.” He says with a circling wave.

“Looks like you’ve found your room.”

“Yes, I did. But is it what I wanted? Well, that’s debatable,” He sighs. “I’m paired with your ex-boyfriend. Yeah, he’s a real hoot. He told me he knows when and how I’ll die based off of my birth chart so that’s fun.”

“Least you didn’t date him. Used to tell me he knew when I’d lose my virginity to him and somehow that line worked on me,” You laugh. “On the bright side, you don’t have a roommate like mine. Moon claims she’s a witch who died in the Salem trials and has been reborn. Which isn’t too bad until you realize that sometimes she likes the room’s temperature to be near burning hot. She says it reminds her to avenge her fallen sisters.”

“And yet I’m considered a freak?” He huffs, sitting on the edge of his bed. “Strange that the popular kids are looking to infiltrate our spaces, though? Billy…the twins running an occult club…what is happening?”

“Yeah, I know. But I guess popularity thing isn’t everything,” You sit beside him throwing your legs over his lap. “I think they’re finally starting to understand that freaks like us do whatever we like and have all the fun doing it, too.”

“What about that Steve Harrington, huh? I would have never expect him to come here. Hell, I’ve been trying to get him to go to just one hellfire campaign for literally a year now.” He laughs through his restrained anger.

“Yeah, it is a little strange,” You say in a suspicious tone. “But I’m glad he’s here. I’d like for all my friends to be here. Especially since it might be my last trip with you guys in a while.”

Every time he’s reminded of you leaving, he becomes physically ill. He pushes the inevitable away. Just a little more time.

You sit beside him, taking his hand in yours. “I know you only came because you knew it’d make me happy so again…thank you for being here.”

There’s his heart going crazy again. His palms are for sure sweaty but you don’t pull away.

“I’d do anything for you.” He says.

“Me too,” You rub a hand on his thigh. “You’re a true friend.”

His heart shatters. True Friend? No! He doesn’t want to be seen as your friend. He wants you! Why can’t you see that?!

He swallows the hard lump in his throat and whispers, “Yeah, friend.”

Your phone dings for a text message notification. Peering at the message, a cheshire grin spreads across your face.

“Oh my god! Look at this cute ass picture!” You show Eddie. It was an image of Robin, Vickie, Dustin and Max relaxing in the lake on the cutesy floaties that Vickie had brought with her for the trip. “I have to claim my floatie now.”

You stand on your feet, pulling off your tank top and Eddie’s forced out of his funk to gaze upon your beauty. You then remove your jeans, revealing your full white bikini. He shuts his parted mouth to keep from drooling and uses the little strength he has left to keep himself nailed to the bed and not pounce at you.

You were glowing. Eddie’s seen you in a bikini before but through the eyes of love had a whole new meaning. He found himself wanting to count every freckle on your body and kiss every part you felt was imperfect. If only you’d give him the chance to kiss the soft, supple skin of your thighs.

He hadn’t noticed that he’d been fiddling with the chain around his wrist, his hands mindlessly doing so to cope and hold himself down. He accidentally pulls it up and off causing it to scatter across the room.

“Oh shit. Sorry, I’ll get that.”

“No, don’t worry,” You push down on his shoulders. “I’ll get it.”

You were trying to kill him. That was it. Because you had no business, bending over in front of him the way you did to collect the wristband. Yet, here you were with your vivaciousness and plump ass that he could very well bury himself deep into and do unspeakable things to your body.

He couldn’t take it. He needed to have you. Without thinking, Eddie shoots up from the bed, striding over to you like a hungry lion on the verge of capturing his prey. But then he came along.

You straighten up, smiling at the intruder. “You’re in your trunks. Loving the chest hair. I bet the girls were all over you.”

Steve cheeks raises a shade pinker. As if the sight of you in a bikini wasn’t already overwhelming, you go and compliment him once again. “T-thanks.”

He stalks closer and instinctively you walk backwards to give him his space but he resumes forward.

“I was just telling Eddie about the float-oop!” You walk back into Eddie’s chest, laughing nervously. “When’d you get behind me?”

“Yeah, Eds. When? You weren’t thinking of doing something naughty, were you?” Steve questions, catching on to Eddie’s aroused state.

You tilt your head up and back to look at your best friend. “You were trying to come up behind me and scare me, huh?”

“Ya got me.” Eddie laughs nervously then clears his throat.

“You’re a naughty boy, indeed, Munson.” You say, poking his tummy.

Eddie’s already agitated that Steve decided to barge in but now your ex decides to enter the room as well.

“Hey, Babygirl, I was looking all over for you,” Avery says, while taking in the sight of you sandwiched between Eddie and Steve. His eyes dart between the three of you suspiciously. “Did I interrupt something?”

“Not at all,” You reply. “Was there a specific reason for why you were looking for me?”

“Yes, actually,” Avery goes to reach for something out of frame near the doorway. He pulls out a giant floatie in the style of a sunflower, putting it down in front of him. “I made sure to claim one for you because I know how much you like them. It’s even shaped like your favorite flower.”

“You remembered?” You say in surprise.

“I remember everything about you. So…you wanna go out to the lake together and try it out.”

“Oh, I was actually going to wait until Eddie’s gotten dressed first before—“

“He’ll be fine. Come on. You don’t want to miss out on the fun. Robin and Vickie’s been asking for you.” Avery eggs on.

You look over to Eddie. “You wouldn’t mind if I went down now, would you?”

“Of course not,” Eddie lies. “Go on. I’ll meet you in no time.”

You smile. “Great! See you there! Steve, ya comin’?”

“I’ll be right there. You go on for now.”

You nod then excitedly smile at Avery and he does the most fury-inducing thing in Eddie and Steve’s presence. He takes your hand. The other carries your floatie as the two of you exit the room.

“That fucker,” Steve hisses. “We have to get rid of that guy.”

“Get rid or get rid?” Eddie says emphasizing the difference in contexts. “Because at this point I’m down for whatever option.”

Steve looks at him with concern. “No more mafia movies for you.”

Dustin enters. “What are you fools doing up here? Baby’s down at the lake.”

“We’re trying to come up with a plan to get Spinelli out of the picture.” Eddie explains.

“Yeah, I seen them holding hands down there,” Dustin says while shaking his head in disappointment. “It’s looking rough for you guys.”

“You know the guy, Dustin. How do we stop him?” Steve says.

“All I know is that this dude’s very superstitious. He believes in omens and fortunes and all that make believe shit. How do we scare a guy that’s only afraid of things that don’t exist?”

A slow wicked smile dawns upon Eddie’s face. “I think my Show N’ Tell performance is going to be even more interesting than I anticipated.”

“What’s your plan?” Steve asks.

Eddie smirks, eyes playfully dark. “Don’t you worry. Just sit back and enjoy the show.”

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn fluff #joseph quinn fanfic #eddie munson x reader fluff #fluff #best friend!eddie #ugly duckling turned swan reader #eddie munson x reader fanfiction #eddie munson fluff #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things fluff #stranger things x reader #stranger things x reader fluff #fanfiction #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson series #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x f!reader #friends to lovers #steve harrington x reader #billy hargrove #steve harrington #jonathan byers #max mayfield #dustin henderson #eddie munson smut #Eddie munson x reader smut

[shortpplfedup]

5, 15, 17

5. Second Chance Romance

I'm gonna go for His. Nagisa's regrets and guilt and pain are so tangible and palpable. He left Shun in an attempt to fit into a heteronormative society, and he returned to Shun bringing the one good thing their separation gave him: his daughter, in the hope that Shun could understand, forgive and love him again. I will always prefer a 'fucked up the first chance' story to a 'didn't take the first chance' story because of the life lessons part, and this movie is a knife in my heart always. In fact, imma rewatch it today.

15. Love Triangle

Yeah I'm not like everybody else, I'm a great fan of triangles where the third party is an incredibly lovely person who would make a great partner but absolutely does not stand a chance, hence my choice of I Told Sunset About You. Bas might be adorable and sweet, but he's not the one fondling Oh Aew on the bedroom floor. Still he has the stones to fight the losing battle and I respect the fuck outta that.

17. Ugly Duckling

For me the best ugly duckling stories are the ones where the duckling doesn't change a fucking thing and still bags their babe anyway, and that's why my fave is Secret Crush On You. Actively rejecting the makeover trope to deliver a message of 'I am very into your specific flavour of *gestures* this' with all three of their couples is my favourite execution of this trope, hands down.

#bl trope ask game #second chance romance #love triangle #ugly duckling #his the movie #i told sunset about you #itsay #secret crush on you #scoy the series

[gojonanami]

It'd be so cool if 'I Need Someone Older' gets 10k before the release of part two :)

I know omg - I think it might 😭🥹 which would make me super happy because I’ve enjoyed writing it so much - this next part has a lot of moving parts but im really hoping it comes together as I write it 😭💖

#sab [asks] #sab [anons] #sab series [prof suguru] #I consider the fic to be in its ugly duckling phase rn

[zhaozi]

💋💋💋

#mild lapassalan #mild lapassalan jiravechsoontornkul #ugly duckling #kiss the series #wjmild #m:gifs

[petekaos]

MEK JIRAKIT as FAH 

SKY IN YOUR HEART (ขั้วฟ้าของผม) 2022, dir. New Siwaj Sawatmaneekul    

#sky in your heart #mek jirakit #asianlgbtqdramas #thai bl #thai drama #finally got around to watching this trailer ... and that's my guy <3 #originally i wasn't gonna give this a shot bc lbr it's walmart atots but i love mek sm ... maybe i can watch a couple of eps #he has been getting more attention ever since he's been casted in mainstream bl and i just gotta say #YALL where were you for his ridiculous hair in ugly duckling and kiss the series #he's always been an upstanding guy pls watch his old dramas too!! <3 #rahul.gif #*mekvictor

[ba0shanblack]

You're not writing for the Untamed Fandom anymore?

Ohhh... Dunno if this question is an angry,dissapointed, or a relieved one 😆🙊

The Untamed is my first Fandom and the reason I got back into writing after soooo many years...I can't imagine I won't write again for it. (I still have to add two bonus chapters in my xuexiao fic and be done with my songxuexiao one!)

Also..if someone was to look in my pc's fic folder he would have found at least 10-12 untamed Wips that I haven't shared, because... I'm too anxious and prone to adhd to commit to standard & regular updates..and I don't want to let you guys down...🤧 So...I decided to post only finished works, for quite a while now..

As for Kinnporsche's Fandom (what did I say? Oh, sorry I MEANT VEGASPETE💅)...It's the first time in my life I don't have a lack of inspo, when writing...and to me..this is proper precious, because anyone who follows me from the beginning, knows that "lack of inspo" was my permanent complaint...And you guys...I'm not one of these authors who'll sit down and write, because they have to update...If Im not dying to write it, I cant....I just follow my heart...

Tysm for your patience...

My readers do be the best & I love you all so much...

I'm always humbled by your support ❤️

#anon ask #anon response #baoshanwrites #vegaspete fanfic #the untamed fanfic #kinnporsche the series #fanfiction #ao3 #just fic writer stuff #the ugly duckling #is killing me #right now

[analyticallyminded]

tag drop 3/?

verses (part 1).

#tag dump. #she lives between the synapses and the stars – main. #i like following the rules and doing what's expected of me – season 1. #god help the girl – season 2. #this isn't a home; this is hell – maveth. #she walks in starlight in another world – space au. #you are not weak. you are full of spines and wars; scars and fire – season 3a. #a damaged soul does not equal a broken one – season 3b. #special advisor to the director in science and technology – season 4. #it's a brave new terrifying world – season 4c. #well i'm a biologist but sure i can invent time travel – season 5. #if we don't fight then we've already lost – the framework. #a sheep in wolf's clothing – undercover. #hardly an ugly duckling – young. #two phds and a million questions – pre series. #not a party planner – 616. #woman inherits the earth – jurassic world au. #happy to comply – brainwashed au. #manners maketh man – kingsman au.

[analyticallymindedaa]

tag dump bc tumblr ate all my tags part 4

#tag dump #she lives between the synapses and the stars – main. #i like following the rules and doing what's expected of me – season 1. #god help the girl – season 2. #this isn't a home; this is hell – maveth. #she walks in starlight in another world – space au. #you are not weak. you are full of spines and wars; scars and fire – season 3a. #a damaged soul does not equal a broken one – season 3b. #special advisor to the director in science and technology – season 4. #it's a brave new terrifying world – season 4c. #well i'm a biologist but sure i can invent time travel – season 5. #if we don't fight then we've already lost – the framework. #a sheep in wolf's clothing – undercover. #two phds and a million questions – pre series. #not a party planner – 616. #woman inherits the earth – jurassic world au. #manners maketh man – kingsman au. #hardly an ugly duckling. – young.

[joon4jun]

Wait, there are no mini-series show for 2023. I was waiting for them.

#gmm2023 #u-prince series #my dear loser #girl next room #midnight series #ugly duckling series #gmmtv2023

[puteetup]

Talking Stage

Hi Tumblr! It's nice going back here. It's been a long time. Daming ganap and stress and all. Biggest painful and heartache was my dad's gone. He passed away due to many complications and I saw everything, my family and I have been through a lot. And I was really tired and feeling down but still acting up as a strong independent woman because I have no really choice. HAHAHAHAH.

Ayun, been crying and sad for days, trying to distract myself thru ML, watching movies and series, I tried Bumble. I was shocked maraming naglalike. Me being the ugly duckling. And I talked to different people, but there's this 20 yr-old bb boi na nakausap ko. And dahil siguro ambait nya. Kaya nituloy ko lang syang ichat sa IG. He had a problem - lovelife, family and his studies. And it turned out he's just 18. :( Ang lala. Kasi 12 years gap namin.

Nung una kasi panay view nya sa stories ko, and gising pa sya ng madaling araw. HAHAHAH. And I was starting to get worried sa kanya. Ayun. Hanggang sa nasabi nyang may problem sya, and I offer if gusto nya bigyan ko sya ng part-time. And he agreed later on. And I also lent him money for his enrolment sa OLFU as first year college. And I think that's the start of Sugar Mommy Era ko. HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA. Lord naman ee.

Pero ayun nga, me being so drawn into a person who needs help - Marlon, Patrick, Edwin, EJ, Renan, Kervin and there this bb boi. I literally helped him, gave him gifts. And here I am still supporting him. And malapit na kami sa isa't isa. :( First boy na katalking stage ko. First na nagtiwala sakin and he still sends goodmorning and goodnight chatsand mwaaas. HAHAHAHA. We had deep talks already. And I don't even know what to feel. The fact na he's so young, I know na he can change his mind anytime. Just like what he said na if ever tataya sya ulit sa love, he will choose me kasi sakin lang sya unang nagtrust at naging comfortable. But I know it was maybe his first time to have someone like me.

I am happy talking to him. I am happy how he sends updates on me. And I feel sad everytime he took a longer time to reply. And ang mga ex ng bb boi, hang gaganda. For sure chix din talaga gusto nya. Haiys. Ang hirap, di na nga ko maganda, mas sobrang tanda pa sa kanya. Di naman din sya kagwapuhan, but he's a good person. I know that. Lahat naman ng nagustuhan ko mabait. HAHAHAH. Chix lang mga hilig, e di ako chix e. Huhu. Parang ang naiisip ko, magbabago din kasi isip nya e. Kahit pa sinasabi nyang di sya mawawala. baka nag iistay lang sya kasi kailangan nya pa ko. Baka kaya sya nagchachat pa din para lang di ako mawala kasi kailangan nya pa ko. Saka he's still friend with his ex. Sinasabi nya na di na nya mahal, pero for sure may feelings pa sya. He still cares for her. Anong laban ko don, maganda na yun, kasing age nya pa, tas kalapit bahay lang nya. HAHAHAH.

And we have plans, sya nag aya. Magpupunta sa horror house. HAHAHAH yung totoo? Unang date sa horror house? HAHAHAHAH looking forward to it. But I don't know what to do anymore. I want to help him 'til the end, but I am afraid na mawala ko na naman yung sarili ko. And gusto ko na ba sya? Gusto na ba nya ko? Baka we're just filling up this void in our hearts temporarily, kasi pareho kaming may pinagdadaanan. Dko din alam if gusto ko na sya at baka namimiss ko lang na may taong kinecare, and this is the first time na nagcare din sakin yung tao kahit pano. HAHAHAH. Si Kapre naman din, kaso kasi pasulpot sulpot yun. And this bb boi naman, minsan ganun din, but he's being consistent kahit pano. Tho lagi ko syang inaasar sa iba and he asked one time but ko sya laging pinupush magkajowa, gusto ko na daw ba sya mawala sa buhay ko. HAHAHAHAH Very cutie. Kinikilig ako minsan, but naiisip ko, pano nga kung maging kami? First bf ko sya tas sobrang bata. Ni hindi namin magagawang ipakilala ang isat isa sa mga parents namin. HAAAAAIYS.

LORD BAKA NAMAN. HAHAHAHAH Pero nakakatawa na yung time na di nya namention yung ex nya na isa tapos nakita ko IG profile ni gurl na may pics nila, umiyak ako at nasaktan. Kasi iniisip ko baka nga sila pa at niloloko nya lang ako. That same day, shinare nya yung about don, nagcall pa kami. HAHAHAHAH Hangkulit lang ng timing. Na parang naramdaman nya na nagdaramdam ako. HAHAHAHHAH. Tas dun nya nga nasabi na if ever magmahal sya ult, ako daw pipiliin nya. AHAHAHAHAH TALAGA BA BB BOI?

HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIYS. Tanda ko na Lord para sa ganito. HAHAHAH Ganito nalang ba talaga role ko? ANg mag alaga ng mga kailangan ng kalinga? Pano naman ako? HAHAHAHAH. LOL.

Miss you tumblr. SALAMAT ANDYAN KA. Iniisip ko na magsend ng confession sa FEU Secret Files ee. HAHAHAHHAHA. lol.

Byeers!! Sa susunod ulit.

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White Carnations | Simon “Ghost” Riley x Wife!Reader

a/n: HNNNGGG THE BRAINROT IS BACK ITS REAL. (thanks to @as-is-above-so-below for help with this and to @halfmoth-halfman for the lovely missus art they made 🥹)

warnings: mentions of doctor’s offices, hospitals. mentions of intense grieving, mentions of miscarriage and pregnancy.

summary: Two more days until Simon has to leave his home, and he wants to spend as much time as he can with his oldest daughter.

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Rain in England is normal.

To Simon, it makes him feel safe. The rain means calm, the rain means cover, the rain means his daughter sleeps through the night. He doesn’t ever go outside when it’s raining and he’s home, he’s usually inside with a squirrely Winnie, wanting to play and have fun - but today was different.

The forecast said a chance of rain, it had rained for a few days straight - the sun was shining when he walked out of the house, Winnie holding his hand, chirping about her pretty blue dress. She wanted to wear her ladybug rain boots, and Simon could never say no to her. They walked to the tram, he picked her up so she didn’t run off as they waited.

It was warming up, Winnie begged and begged to wear her dress and her boots, and now she was happy. She watched as little bugs flew around while her father gazed at her little face, brushing away a curl that failed to remain in her ponytail. She didn’t even notice, it was an infinitely small detail in her grand scheme of her little world, but it was important to Simon that she could see everything his world had to offer - so he pushed the strand behind her ear. He would never shy her away from telling her the truth about what really happens, but he wanted to keep her like this - wide eyed with a toothy smile that only admired the beauty in his ugly world.

Two days. He had two days until he tucks his five year old into bed, kisses her good night, and leaves her for the hundredth time. Two days until he puts down his almost one year old, kisses her little head, and leaves her for the first time. People needed saving, the world needs people to shove their hands into the bloodbath of war to wash the rest of humanity of their sins. He has to put on the mask his oldest never feared but his youngest will, he has to pick up the rifle that has killed men with daughters like his own. He may pretend the blood doesn’t stain, but it leaves burns underneath his skin when he checks their wallets; when he sees a picture all too similar to one he’s taken of his own children.

The tram slowed to a stop, it was packed full of people, just like it always was. He stepped on, Winnie settled her head on his shoulder as he found a place to stand - against the window, watching everyone on the train and making sure he had enough space between himself and the three people around him. There has never been such a thing as being too careful.

Winnie’s leg was digging the pack of cigarettes in his pocket into his side, a habit he’s been trying to quit since Winnie was born. He was close to finally being done with it, but sometimes he needed to clear his head - even with all of the anxiety settling into his stomach, he wouldn’t dare light one once he stepped off the tram. His daughter’s health was much more important than a stupid Marlboro.

“Dad,” She murmured, he moved his head a little to hear her better.

“What’s up, duckling?”

“Can we get Mummy something?”

He settled his cheek against her head, a small chuckle leaving his lips. “What would we get her?”

His daughter shrugged a little. “Pretty flowers.”

“Pretty flowers.” He echoed, a smirk tugged at his lips underneath his medical face mask. “We can get Mum pretty flowers once we’re done with the doctors and with our ice cream, okay?”

She nodded, he patted her back. No matter how old she gets, he hoped she would still let him hold her - even when she’s got little ones of her own, she’s always going to be that little baby he stood by the window with, watching the rain and letting her be soothed by the sound of it. She will always be that little pink baby in the NICU, when her cries finally silenced as soon as her father held her. She will always be the girl Simon Riley had changed his life for.

“Pink flowers an’ red flowers an’ blue ones too, Dad.” Winnie whispered, her fingers curled around the collar of his leather jacket. He nodded, moving his head from hers as the tram alerted to their stop. He moved forwards a little, free hand held onto the rail next to the door as the tram began to slow down. “Are you getting strawberry ice cream?”

“Yes, baby.” He chuckled a little, stepping out of the tram as soon as the doors opened. People rushed past and into the crowded transportation, he didn’t have much care about it. All he was focused on was his daughter and potential threats to her safety. He held her a little closer as he crossed the street when every other person did, he was speed walking to make it to the hospital. Maybe he was a little late, it didn’t matter to him but it did to you. I’m trying to keep her healthy, you said. Get my baby to her appointment.

Winnie didn’t speak much when he entered the hospital, even when they were alone in the elevator. He was half convinced she had fallen asleep, but he dismissed it when she raised her head at the reception desk.

The lady behind the desk was one he’d seen before. She was always nice, she looked young. Isn’t a threat. Shut up. “How can I help you?”

“Winter Riley, appointment at 10 with Dr. Hughes.” Simon spoke with a calm tone, much quieter than his normal voice. Winnie buried her little face into his neck again as the receptionist typed away on her computer.

She cleared her throat before speaking again. “She’ll be right out if you want to take a seat.”

Two exits. Stop.

“Dad.”

Before he knew it, he was sitting on an exam room guest chair, Winnie still curled up in his hold. He had tried to get her to sit on the exam table, but he understood why she didn’t want to. Simon couldn’t sit up there with her, so Winnie decided that being poked and prodded while cuddled in her father’s everlasting safety was much better than a cold padded table.

“Yeah, Win?”

“I want you to stay.”

Simon’s been stabbed before, shot, waterboarded, burned - but nothing had ever felt so painful as his daughter wanting him to stay home. He looked down at her head, her hands still clinging to him. She picked at the metal zipper teeth, head down like she was avoiding his gaze. He kissed her head and patted her leg with his hand.

“Just one more trip, lovie.”

“You say that every time.”

A hot knife slammed into his chest, the cold blood that thrummed through his heart as it began to sizzle, causing him pain. His entire chest filled with agonizing pain like the knife had stabbed him repeatedly. All he could do was force a smile, push her stubborn curl away from her face, and softly speak to her,

“I know.”

Simon went through the motions of pretending to be a human being. Speaking with the doctor, listening to her advice and her notes. He held his five year old as she got two immunization shots, let her scream and cry into his neck as he spoke to her in a soothing tone. She made him kiss her bandaid before the doctor put it on, listening to her as she babbles on about it being good luck. He memorizes his daughter’s face as she talks and talks, memorizes how heavy she is as he carries her out of the office, out of the hospital, and to the ice cream shop. Simon memorizes how little his daughter’s hand is as she stands on her toes, reading the ice cream flavors out loud so he can know what they are too.

He snapped back into his headspace like a freshly broken rubber band as he put down five quid on the counter, he took his bowl of strawberry ice cream as Winnie took her cotton candy swirl with both of her hands. He opened the door for her, the little girl stepped out onto the street and looked up to him, waiting for him to tell her where to go. Simon looked around before nodding his head to a bench only a few feet away. She instantly scampered away, jumping up to sit on it as Simon sat down beside her. Winnie instantly dug into her ice cream, completely unbothered by the cold breeze that breathed through the city streets.

He was quick when he took the picture of Winnie, knowing she doesn’t like to have her picture taken. He sent it to you, then slipped his phone back into his pocket before he softly spoke, “I’ll be home soon this time, I promise.”

Winnie paused in her eating, eyes not moving from her paper bowl and spoon. “I know.”

“Dad has to go away to work, duckling, you know that.” The pain in his chest hadn’t subsided yet, he hoped trying to get her to understand would help ease his mind. “Dad has to go be a hero.”

“I don’t want you to be a hero.” She murmured, sticking her spoon in her ice cream before scooping out a large portion of it. “I want you to be home with me and Mummy and Melsie.”

“Baby, you know Daddy loves you, yeah?”

She nodded.

His cup of ice cream settled in his lap as he gently pet his daughter’s head, she didn’t dare move. “And I’d do anything in the world for you. You know that too, right?”

“Mama tells me that.” She sniffled a little before shoving the spoon of ice cream in her mouth.

“Whatever Mum says, it’s true. But duckling, Daddy has to go. Do you know why?”

The girl shook her head as she pulled the spoon from her mouth, shoving it back into her ice cream.

“Because there are many little kids like you who don’t have a Mummy or Daddy to care for them. And big scary men make the world not safe, which means those kids aren’t safe either. That’s why I go.” He fixed her ponytail, one of her hands swatted his away. “The faster I get rid of the bad guys means the faster the world is safe, which means you’re safe. And when you’re safe, Daddy gets to come home. Does that make sense?”

Winnie shrugged, he grabbed his own ice cream.

“I promise that I’m gonna be gone on trips less, I’ll be home for a long time in a few months.”

“Why?”

After taking a bite of the ice cream flavor he hated, he responded. “Aunt Kate said so. I have a question for you, duck.”

She nodded, finally looking up to Simon, which made his cold heart full of sizzling pain suddenly become calm. There would never be a day where he wouldn’t love his daughter.

“How do you feel if Mum has another baby?”

The girl looked away, digging back into her ice cream. “I dunno.”

His shoulders slumped a little, worry settled deep into his bones like a curse. “Would you be…happy? Sad? Angry?”

She shrugged, spoon stirring the melting delicacy. “Happy, I guess.”

“You guess?”

His daughter looked up to him, a sad look on her face that hurt Simon deeper than he’s even known. “I don’t want Mummy to be sad again.”

Nevermind. That’s worse. Oh god, that’s worse.

Simon’s lips were pulled into a tight line as he took his daughter’s ice cream, setting both his and her cups beside him on the bench before he picked up Winnie. He placed her on his lap so he can look at her face, his hands then held her little ones, squeezing them gently.

“That’s true, little love. We were very sad for a bit, you remember, right?”

The little girl with dark hazel eyes looked up at her father with a hopeful look.

“Does Mummy have a baby in her belly?”

Simon Riley’s chest tightened, but his hands did not. He gently brushed his thumbs on the backs of his daughter’s hands.

“…She might. We’re not sure yet. Mummy needs to go to the doctors, just like you did today.”

“A different baby?”

He nodded. “Right. S’not the same baby as before.”

“Will this one go away too?”

“Plea-Please, please…” Sobs wrecked your body as Simon held you to his chest, you fought him. You fought his comfort, you fought his love because how could you do this? How could you break his heart?

“Baby, it’s okay,” He spoke into your ear, your nails dug crescents into his scarred skin. “It was just a bad dream, you’re okay.”

“I want my baby.” Those were the words you spoke almost every night for days and Simon never understood how those four words could keep shattering his heart. You kept dreaming of your son, your beautiful son who loved to play in the water, who loved to run and squeal and play fire truck with his sisters. The boy that you’ve wanted all your life, now that you have the two daughters you’ve dreamed of when you were little. You were in mental and emotional agony, Simon could feel it. And God, did he wish that pain could be given to him. He would do anything to make your pain subside, to take it away; but he knew he couldn’t. So he has laid beside you, for days on end, holding you and putting pressure on where it hurt like it was an oozing wound. His forehead in your shoulder, holding where his son used to be. He imagined pressing a dressing to a wound, trying to take himself out of the equation to neutralize the pain of it all. He was sure that son of his left a gaping wound in your chest and Simon had to choose which wound was worse - where his son was warm and loved oozed like a deep gash from a knife, or where his wife’s grief was gushing blood from a gunshot wound she didn’t even inflict.

You squeezed his hand, sobbing so hard you could barely breathe.

Simon watched as your tears fill the ocean that was drowning him. He can fix anything, he has fixed many problems in his life and he was begging somebody, anybody, to allow him to fix you. But he can’t; he hated that he couldn’t place a kiss to your cheek and have everything become right - that’s not how any of this works.

He pressed his lips to your shoulder blade as you stilled, his arms hot from the nightly hours he spent under the covers with you, his stomach curled with hunger. Your cries had stopped, your young and bashful heart causing you more pain as it flickered with life every second. The hand that had sat on your heart since he got back into bed after putting his daughters to sleep moved, ever so slowly, towards your cheek - resting on your hairline before gently moving, petting your head ever so carefully.

You bobbed in the ocean with him, breaching the waves and taking in greedy breaths of oxygen before being pulled under again. His hands always so desperate to hold onto you, to help you, could only reach so far before he had to take a breath of his own to dive deep, deeper, and to the deepest point of his core. He would force your head above water, even if it meant he would drown. He’s always been sure you could be better off without him.

Simon spent six days taking care of his grief-stricken wife, navigating the sea of mourning, trying to pull your head above the inky waves. With every crest of the waves of tears in his body, his strength would dwindle. But with every slow descent of Simon, came the rising phoenix that was you.

“I don’t know, love.” Simon bit his tongue for only a moment, just to rid his mind of the dark ocean he found his soul in for a moment.

He shouldn’t have to explain this to his child, he should be explaining about which room will change into her big girl room so he can switch the kids around. He should be talking with his daughter about how he is going to stay home after these next few missions. Explain that she will lose a little sleep too. But he isn’t. He’s sat on an old bench in front of an ice cream shop, eating his least favorite flavor of ice cream to please his daughter, and having to tell her that not every baby dies. He has to explain that her beautiful mother won’t have to be sad again.

“Sometimes that happens. Babies go away and there isn’t anything we can do about it.”

“Do we get to keep this one?”

He smiled at his daughter, even when he didn’t have the answer. Even when he felt a drop of rain on his head, reminding him how close he was to going beneath the waves in his mind. “I hope so. Do you want to keep this one?”

She nodded. “Yeah.”

“Do you want a brother or sister?” He whispered, his hand grabbed her ice cream and settled it on her lap. Her hands instantly grabbed it, holding the small cup and spoon before whispering back.

“I want a brother like before.”

“Okay.” He nodded at his daughter before taking his ice cream cup back in his own hands. “Will you like the baby if it’s a girl?”

“Yeah. I just want a brother.” She shrugged, now more interested in her ice cream. He leaned forwards, placing a kiss on the top of her head.

“Well, the baby decides that, okay? They’ll tell us when Mum gets a bit bigger.”

Winnie nodded again, before looking up at her dad again. “I love you, Daddy.”

His heart swelled, his smile didn’t falter as he spoke, “I love you too, my darling girl.” He set his most hated ice cream flavor down on the bench before picking Winnie up, placing her on her feet on the ground. “You ready to go home?”

He tossed two half empty cups into the trash next to the bench, making sure it made it into the food waste slot. He picked up his darling girl in her raincoat and rain boots, then made his way towards the tram as specks of rain dotted his head.

He watched the rain as it splattered against the tram windows, he helped his daughter into her blue raincoat he had kept in his own jacket, he huddled with the crowd of people under the station shelter when he had to change trams. Winnie hummed to herself, little fingers curled around the collar of his jacket.

“Daddy.”

He kissed her head. “Yes, my love?”

“Are we still getting flowers for Mummy?”

He sighed a little, bouncing slightly on the balls of his feet before he muttered, “We can’t be in the rain for too long, you will get sick. I don’t think we should go today.”

The girl in his arms practically deflated. “But… But her flowers, Daddy… I want to get her flowers…”

“Flowers aren’t as important as you, my darling girl.” His large hand patted her back, hearing the squeak of her raincoat as the rain fell harder. He was under the shelter just enough, but the mist still coated his daughter’s hair and his face. “I want you to be home and healthy, not bundled up with me and poorly.”

“But… I want the flowers so I can tell Mama she’s pretty like you do.”

The tram rolled to a stop as his mental state was yanked above the waves it had been drowning in, his feet could barely touch the water as he felt his heart soar.

Kind. His mind sung, his heart singing along. My daughter is kind.

He quickly walked onto the tram, he grabbed an empty standing place as the tram became more full by the second. Winnie moved her head from his shoulder, eyes gazing at his face.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?”

The medical mask had sat in his pocket, so his daughter could watch how his lips grew a smile so wide. “You don’t need flowers to tell Mummy she’s pretty.”

He had counted the amount of people in the tram by that point, and without failure, he noticed the small crowd of people around him staring at him and his daughter. Even though he knew it wasn’t safe, he ignored them all. He focused on his daughter’s button nose, those hazel eyes that are glazed over with fatigue.

“I don’t?”

“No, my love,” He whispered, hand gently petting her head. “You tell her every time you think so, just for me. Can you do that?”

She nodded vigorously, his heart beat with such golden pride for his wonderful Winter.

“We’ll go get her flowers, my love. Just so you can tell your mummy she’s very, very, very pretty.”

The five year old giggled as he pushed the button for the next stop.

Winnie demanded to hold the bouquet on the way home. The flower shop with many options for the colors his daughter chose was a tram ride in the opposite direction of home, so now that the public transportation journey was over, all Simon had to do was walk home.

Much easier said than done.

The thunder was loud, lightning glimmered in the sky as the rain poured, but Winnie barely cared. Her little hood up, her ladybug boots squeaked with every step. His phone was strapped somewhere dry on the inside of his coat, the flowers Winnie was so excited to hold were clutched against her chest as he held her other hand, hurrying along his daughter as their home came into view. The porch light on, soft lighting casted upon his windows from inside his warm home. He squeezed Winnie’s hand. She squealed with laughter as she squeezed back, jumping into a puddle and drenching his jeans.

Simon used to be an angry man. Every little thing that went wrong would turn him into a ball of rage, everything that used to get him punched by his father made him angry. He ignored help, shunned people who wanted nothing more to help him feel okay. He remembered the days when he used to play in the rain and drench his father’s pants in muddy water. Those nights ended with four year old Simon in tears in his closet, blood oozing down his face from a cut on his forehead from his father’s rings. Simon remembered those moments with perfect detail. Every age, every time he hid himself under his bed, in his closet, in the fox hole behind the house, Simon was nursing wounds that should have had him in the hospital since he was two years old.

Simon Riley looked at his daughter and the sky blue hood over her head, the large bouquet of flowers clutched to her chest as her ladybug boots stomped in the puddle, splashing his jeans more and more.

He doesn’t feel anger. He doesn’t feel upset. He held his daughter’s hand as they finally walk up the lane to their home, helping her up the stairs to their porch and into the dry house his true family called home. He didn’t feel upset that she didn’t put away her shoes like he had taught her for months on end, he isn’t angry that she left her sopping wet raincoat on the carpet. He toed off his own shoes, taking off his jacket while he watched her fly into the living room, where you sat on the recliner with his ten month old baby. Your arms cradled your baby Mellie, holding her head up to feed from your breast as you turned your head to see Winnie in her pretty blue dress.

His heart felt warm as he walked into the living room, smiling as Winnie began to speak.

“Mummy.”

Your smile lit up the room, he has always told you that but you never believed him. If he could show you through his eyes how he saw you, you would never doubt him again.

“Yes, my love?”

“Daddy bought me flowers so I can give them to you.” The five year old placed both of her hands on the plastic outside of the bouquet, rain dropped off of the side of it as your eyes widened.

“For me?” You looked up to your husband, whose heart jumped to his throat. “Daddy thought to buy me flowers?” He has bought you flowers almost every two weeks, the bouquet of roses he brought home a couple days ago sat on the kitchen counter in your favorite vase.

“No no!” Winnie giggled, dropping the sopping wet bouquet onto your lap as she cheerfully said, “I wanted to buy you flowers so I can tell you how pretty you are, Mama.”

You looked back at your beautiful five year old daughter, tears instantly falling down your face as you removed an arm from underneath Mellie to reach for Winnie. Mellie made a grunt of disapproval as Winnie laughed, climbing onto the recliner to be held by her mother.

Simon could never lie and say that he could try and put himself in his father’s shoes, not when Simon witnessed moments of true love like this.

He had two days. But with how you were laughing and pressing kisses to both of his daughters, he felt a pang for warmth in his belly. Simon knew you would be alright.

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Along For The Ride (Part 1 of 2)

MDNI +18 Only!!

Farmer!Older!Beefy!Eddie Munson/ Mean!Bougie!Fem!Reader

Summary: A drunken joyride leads you in the midst of Eddie Munson, who’s seeking repayment for the damages made to his property by you. Fed up with your constant misbehavior, your father makes a deal with Eddie in which you will do some manual labor around his farm in exchange. You’re not too pleased with this arrangement and your differences in personalities lead to a clashing of heads…and tongues?? (8.5k words)

A/N: I have not written in ages. It is really tough being a writer with the pressures I place on myself to be perfect, to gain more likes and followers, to write things as quickly as possible. I’m learning to fall in love with writing again. It’s a slow process but someday I’ll be able to share all the great things I’ve been working on for the past year. Anyway, here is my start to starting my journey again and thank you all for supporting me.

CW: fluff and lots of angst, enemies to friends to lovers trope, SLOW BURN, age gap (Eddie 40s, Reader 20s), mean!affluent!reader, bad girl reader, light smut/eventual heavy smut, bratty!reader, ugly duckling turned swan trope, reader character development, mean friends, minor canon events from tv series (chrissy death, eddie accused of chrissy and other victims deaths), limited knowledge of farm life and work, drunk driving, consumption of marijuana and alcohol, committing of property crimes, return of reader’s ex, mentions of insecurities, descriptive and graphic language, lots of sexual tension, kissing, dry humping, eddie cums in his pants

You bellow out the lyrics to Taylor Swift’s “We Are Never Getting Back Together” along with your three friends, not a care in the world for who would be unfortunate enough to hear you in the chilly 3 am evening. The girls pass around a bottle of tequila when your best friend, Tana, —seated in the passenger seat— attempts to pour a shot into your mouth.

“Babe, no. I drank enough at the club. The guy that asked for my number was practically throwing them at me. I had to kill a plant by pouring my drinks onto the poor thing. Men ruin everything.” You pout.

“Amen to that, sis,” Tana says, snapping her fingers. “Had a guy tell me that he thinks I’m the one for him. Turns out, he’s married with a baby on the way.”

You all playfully point your index fingers to your tongues, faking gags before leading into a giggling fit.

“I had a guy ghost me because he didn’t like me sharing my selfies on social media. Said that ‘they should only be exclusive to him’.” Your friend, Essie, shares.

“I feel like we need to get back at men for the shit they put us through,” Brooke chimes in. “I’m in the mood to make a man fall to his knees, whimpering for mercy.”

“You kinky little minx!” You laugh. “Are you trying to make men pay or are you trying to get laid?”

“Can it be both?” Brooke says, biting her acrylic-donned thumb.

“I say…” Tana calls attention to herself, raising a hand. “We choose a random house on this street to wreak our vengeance. One of the homes has to belong to a man.”

“I’m in!” Essie beams.

“Me too.” Brooke says, high fiving Tana for her devious plan.

“I don’t know, guys,” You say, reluctant to rain on their parade. “We’re pretty drunk but I don’t think we’re drunk enough to want vandalism charges. Let’s just go to one of those rage rooms and let out all this pent up energy. We could scream out female rage lines from our fave movies and break shit.”

“That’s…okay but it’s not as epic as Tana’s idea,” Essie says, leaning forward to be in better earshot range. “Come on, y/n. It’s only for tonight. You know, we’re just having some harmless girl time fun. It’s not like we’ll be breaking and entering. We’re just gonna do some silly stuff then leave. Pleeaaase. I just broke up with my boyfriend. I need this.”

You take a quick glance at the girls who all send big, puppy eyes your way. You sigh then laugh. “I can’t believe we’re doing this.”

They cheer at your response, knowing that they’ve won. You raise a hand to cease their cheers and they quickly go dead silent. “Since, I’m the most sober one here. We’re doing this my way,” While staring at the road ahead, a smirk slowly spreads across your face. “I get to choose the place.”

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The four of you sneak onto the open field, tiptoeing through the tall grass. Based on the smell wafting in the air, you are certain there are barn animals nearby.

With a nasal tone in her voice from holding her nose, Tana says, “Ugh, how could anyone work around this icky smell?”

“Shhh,” You order, putting a finger to your lips. “If we need to be quiet if this is going to be a successful in and out mission. Do you remember the plan?”

“How could I forget? It’s the most basic prank ever.” Tana whisper-yells, holding up the two rolls of toilet paper in her hands.

“It’s still a huge pain to the homeowner,” You defend confidently before letting out a wicked giggle. “He will be so inconvenienced when he wakes up in the morning.”

Tana shakes her head lovingly at you before peering to her right and left. “Umm, y/n, where’s Essie and Brooke?”

Your eyes widen as you unintelligibly peer to your right and left as well despite knowing the space is empty. “Oh shit,” You facepalm. “How could we have let them out of our sight? Who knows what those morons are doing?”

“Hew we awe,” Essie carries a ‘baby talk’ inflection as she materializes from the dark bluish night with a medium-sized pig cradled in her arms. “Evwyone meet Wilbur.”

“I’m sorry but where the hell did you get that pig?!” You say, no longer able to keep your voice to a whisper.

“The barn, obviously.” Brooke replies.

“What happened to not breaking and entering?! I take my eyes off you two for a second and you’ve already broken a handful of crimes.” You scold.

“But we’re saving him, y/n. You don’t want this pig to become bacon, do you?” Essie says, holding up the pig near your face only for it to wiggle out of her grasp and take off running.

“We’ve gotta catch that stupid fucking pig!” You yell and the girls obey. The group comically chases the animal around, slipping and sliding through mud and crops. In the chaos, the pig makes contact with the toilet paper you’ve long abandoned, tossing it around with the help of the forceful winds to guide it all over the field.

You spot the pig approaching the door of a small blue cottage. You dive forward, fully immersed in the thick mud that soiled your white tank top and denim skirt and you cared little for this fact with your concerns focused on obtaining the pig in your arms. He squeals and whines against you as you plead for its compliance.

Suddenly the porch lights turn on, shining down on you like a spotlight. The door swings open and not long after you’re forced to look into the eyes of your prosecutor from the ground.

A rugged, older man with unruly, curls of brown hair cascading down his shoulders and the deepest brown eyes that are as large as buttons. The same eyes that were now staring down angrily at you.

“What the fuck?” He says through gritted teeth. It’s not until he sees the full extent of your wrath that he decides to emphasize his previous statement with a fury of a thousand suns. “What. The. Fuck!”

You swallow hard, releasing the pig as you collect yourself off the floor. The man feels no need to check whether his pet had entered the home safely, wanting his eyes to focus on you in case you tried running.

“I-I could explain. W-we were just—”

“We?” He abruptly interrupts, upholding the gruffness in his tone.

You were afraid that he’d say that. After all, those bitches were a little too quiet for your liking. After looking behind you to confirm their abandonment, you slowly face your prosecutor once again.

Swallowing the hard lump in your throat you begin, you try scrambling for an answer. This is already a very terrifying situation. This man looked terrifying himself. He’s robust in build, littered with tattoos, and had piercings. You don’t see men like him everyday or at all on your side of town. Men usually groomed themselves like ken dolls where you come from. But when you have come across men that look like him, the experience has always been a negative one—-only this time you were the one at fault.

“I’m sorry.” You shrug with an awkward smile then tack on a “Please don’t call the cops.”

He sighs deeply. “I’m not going to call the cops…”

“Oh, thank god.” You sigh in relief, a hand to your beating chest.

“You’re going to call your parents,” He finishes. “And you are going to tell them that we’re going to come up with a solution for this or I will be calling the police.”

“Oh, fuuuck.” You groan.

————-

“I’m so very sorry, sir. Truly,” Your father says after profusely apologizing for the 7th time since his arrival. “She’s been acting out a lot ever since she’d gone away to university. My wife and I don’t know this girl but she is not the y/n we raised.”

You roll your eyes at the comment, texting away at your friends who wanted to know the details of your capture. Meanwhile, you’re too busy cursing them out to care about how badly you’ll be punished for this.

“I’m just glad things didn’t get any worse or when someone could’ve seriously ended up getting hurt.” The farmer says, staring pointedly at you.

“Now I was thinking…though I could very well pay for the trouble and we could be out of your hair, I’m a man that likes to go above and beyond when it comes to taking responsibility. My daughter’s exceedingly aware of this fact about myself,” Your father scoots his seat up closer to the table, fingers together as if proposing a business plan. “It appears that you might need some temporary assistance in tending to your farm work. If you’re looking for an extra set of hands to help with some manual labor for the next two weeks, my daughter is happy to oblige.”

“Excuse me!” You say, attention fully invested in the conversation. “Tell me you're joking.”

“Nope. You are grounded. Meaning that though you are visiting for spring break, you are currently under my roof, my rules. I am still your parent after all. To clarify, there will be no going out with your friends. You are to come straight to

Mr. Munson’s farm every day after your time at your mother’s shop. You’ll help the gentleman around with whatever he asks of you.” Your father explains.

“And what if I don’t?” You ask, defiant.

“Then you’ll be cut off and you’ll have to earn money on your own.”

“Y-you m-mean a j-job?” You ask, horrified.

“Exactly.” Your father confirms.

You stare wide-eyed at farmer Munson who has a prominent smirk on his face. “I like the sound of that, sir. You’re a good man.”

You shriek in anger. “You’re the worst!”

You furiously stomp out of the home, hating your life and men once again.

————

Your father had no doubts that you’d be going to work on the farm once he’d threaten to take away your (his) money. When you arrive at the address, you’re immediately reminded how you're not on your side of town anymore. It’s officially Hickville.

Reluctantly knocking on the door, you hope that Eddie won’t answer the door, praying that he’s changed his mind and took the money instead. Unfortunately, he answers the door with a huge smile in contrast to your deadpan demeanor.

“Oh, come on, lighten up, sugar. I made some of my famous iced tea ahead. One taste and it’ll all seem worth it.”

“It’s not fair!” You rant, pushing passed him. “Why am I being the only one punished? This was all Brooke’s idea. And Essie was the one who stole the goddamn pig.”

“His name is Wilbur,” Eddie corrects. “And who are we talking about exactly?”

“Doesn’t matter,” You sigh. “Bad things always happen to good people.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie says, staring you down.

“Why are you staring at me like that?”

“You really think you’re the victim in all of this?”

“Are you?”

“I don’t know. Why don’t we check out the lovely view of the TP’d trees blowing in the wind?” He asks sarcastically, gesturing to his window.

“It’s just a little toilet paper. Never had a little prank done on you.”

“Wow,” He feigns a smile, shaking his head at you. “Your audacity to diminish all the negative things you’ve done to me into the spirit of good fun is astounding.”

“My therapist did always say I have a knack for looking at things on the bright side.” You retort.

“Is that so?” He asks mockingly. “Well then, you’re gonna love this special job I have for you.”

—————

Which leads you to the situation you’re in now. You’re staring into the eyes of a cow whose large brown eyes kind of reminded you of farmer Munson except they actually held kindness in them and not pure disdain.

“There’s no way I’m milking this thing. I have no idea how to do that,” You say, prompting Eddie to raise a suggestive eyebrow at you. “You know what I mean, pervert.”

Suddenly, an idea clicked in your head. Maybe you could use this ‘pervert’ thing to your advantage. He’s obviously single or he wouldn’t be this much of a crab. You can easily seduce him and get out of doing anything!

“Mr. Munson,” You say with a purr in your voice as you press yourself up against him. “I’m actually really good at milking other things after all. You’ve got me pegged at that. Maybe…I can show you just how skillful my mouth and hands can be for you.”

He laughs. He fucking chuckles in your face. How fucking dare he?! “That was rich. Seriously, that performance was just…moving. You can try to sway me with sex all ya want, hun. Trust me there are women and men who’ve tried,” He slightly narrows the gap between your faces, staring you down. “I don’t buckle under that kinda pressure, sugar. It’ll take a lot more than salacious words to make my dick jump. Now why don’t we go back to the task at hand, shall we?”

You’re fuming. This asshole really thinks he can get away with making you out to be a fool. Well, two could play that game. You’re going to make his existence for the next two weeks feel like a total nightmare.

He seats you on a small stool beside the cow before instructing you on how to milk her. You halfheartedly reach for an udder, shrieking at the feel of it between your fingers.

“This is so gross!” You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut. “I’m going to disassociate and imagine that I’m in a niche boutique in Manhattan.”

“Ah, spending daddy’s money even in your dreams. How thoughtful.” He mutters.

“You have no right to judge me just because you think I’m privileged.” You snap.

“I don’t ‘think’ you’re privileged. You are privileged. See the difference?”

You tug on an udder, purposefully targeting him as the milk drenches him. His face puckers his face before staring daggers at you.

“Oops.” You say in a sickeningly sweet tone.

——————

You begrudgingly enter your house key into the doorknob, body aching from the day's work. The moment you enter, your father’s happy-go-lucky spirit engulfs you and it takes everything in you not to explode.

“Hey, honey, how was your first day?”

“Question, father,” You begin, calling him the formal term instead of “papa” or “dad”. “Do you love me?”

“Now what kind of silly question is that?” He reverts back with his own question, befuddled.

“I’m just curious because I don’t think a father who truly loves their daughter would ever put her through the kind of hell I just went through today.” You respond.

“You milked a cow,” Your teenager brother, Aspen, enters the dining room before beginning a dramatic act. “Someone save the poor girl! She’s gaining new life experiences! You are such primadonna.”

“Shut up, ya little twerp.” You say, pulling his hoodie over his face.

“Your brother’s right, dear,” Your father says. “You are being really dramatic. I don’t get it. You never used to be this way. You loved reading books and conducting personal science experiments and geeking out over your favorite movies—”

“That just isn’t me anymore, dad. The sooner you accept that, the better it is for us all.” You grumble.

He decides to drop the topic in favor of keeping the peace for the dinner your mom prepared for the family to enjoy as a unit. But your mind couldn’t help but to wander back to those times where you were seen as a nerd and bullied for being different and having different interests. University was a different story though. There, you were able to reinvent yourself into the hot bad bitch you know today.

But why is it that your father’s words resonated so much with you? Had it been because it wasn’t the makeover or the new friends and partners you’d make along the way…it was the fact that he knew that you, yourself, couldn’t believe your own act. He knows that you're lying to yourself about liking the person you’ve become. No way could ever admit such a thing to him. And it’s not like you’d feel this way forever. Once you’re done with this hell labor with Eddie “The Devil” Munson, you can go back to your popular life.

————

The routine continued including your constant pushback. It went: shadowing your mother for the day with her bridal clients, heading over to the Munson farm soon after, non stop bickering between the two of you for 2 hours, then heading back home to soak your aching body and curse out the world.

Today is no different with the task of you grooming the stupid pig that got you into this mess in the first place.

“Wilbur. His name’s—”

“I know!” You shout at him, gathering the metal pail and wooden brush from the table. You grumpily made your way to the backyard of the home in search of the shed supposedly carrying the soap to clean the pig. When you notice Wilbur rushes out of a trailer home stationed in the backyard. “Hey, get back here!”

The pig is long gone and you don't care to chase after it once your interest is piqued by the mystery home in the backyard. Searching around to make sure there were no signs of Mr. Munson, you enter the place cautiously.

It’s as if the trailer had been stuck in the 1980s. Everything is vintage and old looking but also well kept. You see photos of the younger Eddie Munson scattered around the walls of the home and—-though you hate to admit it—he was just as handsome as he is now. In some of the photos including one pinned to the fridge by a magnet, you can see an older man. Maybe his father.

Your eye catches an old poetry assignment also pinned to the fridge with a large ‘C+’ above it. A little note at the top explaining his grade being contributed to some misspellings and some inappropriate language despite the good work.

You raise the paper to your eyes and read:

If I Were A Hobbit

If I were a hobbit, I’d be so free

I’d frolic in the grass and smoke some trees

With furry feet and a merry heart

From adventure’s call, I’d never depart

With Bilbo’s tales, I’d while away time.

In the beautiful land of Middle Earth’s rhyme

I’d wander the fields beneath the sun

I’d travel it world cause it’s all in good fun

If I were a hobbit, maybe I wouldn’t get laid

But, hey, it’s goddamn worth the price I paid

You giggle, amused at how fun Mr. Munson had been long ago. You wonder what could’ve happened. Immersed in the poem, you were unaware of his arrival until he whispered haughtily into your ear.

“We’re continuing the trend of breaking and entering, I see.”

You jolt away, facing him. “I-I’m sorry. But you said that I had to look for a shed. Should be more specific.”

“This looks like a shed to you, sugar?”

“Trailer…shed…it’s no different.”

He chuckles dryly. “You are a piece of work.”

“Look who’s talking? You know, you seemed a lot more fun when you were a teenager.” You comment, holding up the poem.

“Give me that,” He yanks from your hands, placing it back on the fridge. “Ain’t anyone ever tell you it’s wrong to go snooping around people’s things. Wait, who am I kidding? I met your father. Even if he were to have taught you these things, you’d probably go against him.”

“You’re a pain in my ass.” You hiss.

“Right back atcha, sweetheart.” He retorts.

“Then, I hope you don’t mind if I continue to do so.” You say, pushing past him to go into the hallway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asks, hot on your trail.

You enter a bedroom and it’s another blast from the past. The typical kind of teenage boy bedroom. It’s no shock to you that he's a metalhead. You begin to rummage through his collection.

“You little brat,” He huffs. “I’m too old to be dealing with this shit!”

“Live a little,” You say, popping in a blues cassette into the radio. “Dance with me.”

He stands in the middle of the room, arms crossed as you begin to dance in circles around him. Your boot kicks up a newspaper article crumpled up on the ground and you go to retrieve it, ignoring Eddie’s protests.

It is an article about 15 years ago that expresses Eddie Munson’s exoneration in the death of Chrissy Cunningham and him receiving only a $50,000 settlement. It also goes into detail that his only known immediate family and caretaker, Wanye Munson, had died just a month before his release.

“Oh my god, Mr. Munson. I-I’m so sorry. I didn’t…” You trail off, knowing what to say or even where to begin.

“It’s all in the past now,” He sighs. “Besides, I’m fine now. I still have my friends. They are like family. They’ve got their own lives but when they can they check on me. That’s more than enough.”

Without thinking, your arms curl around his body and for the first time you get to feel his body against yours and it’s addicting. He tenses for a moment, unsure whether this is okay but eventually he melts into your embrace.

His beefy arms cradle you, a large hand resting atop your head. Your heartbeats fall in sync with one another’s and you allow yourself the brief moment to nuzzle into his chest, the chest hairs peeking above his tank top tickles the tip of your nose.

You dare to look him in the eyes, seeing them already looking down at you. They were wet with unshed tears, pleading with you for something. It’s the first time you’ve seen that look on his face and like a magnet you're drawn to it. You’re suddenly moving on your own accord, tiptoeing to brush your nose against his. He lowers his face to your level. Your lips are only a mere centimeters from his full ones when the sound of his phone ringing takes you both out of the moment.

He’s quick to pull away as if freed from an intense spell. Excusing himself, he leaves the room and heads outside. You’re left standing in the room alone, the soft, rhythmic melody of blues playing in the background.

Willing yourself to cool down, you decide to go on with your original task and find Wilbur while hoping it’ll shake off the electric feeling he left on your skin.

————————-

Bathing the pig proved to be quite the distraction because this little shit is making you use all your brain power to keep it still. Having stripped into just your bikini and rainboots, you held the pig for dear life as you washed and scrubbed at him and practically yourself.

You notice Eddie from the corner of your eye, stifling laughter as he leaned against a nearby tree.

“By the way, I’ve already washed off all the barn animals, tended to my crops, and was able to make myself a sandwich in the meantime. You, however, you’re still working on Wilbur. Or should I say, he’s working you.”

“Hardee har har,” You say, unamused. “Will you just help me with this pig?”

“Alright, alright,” He says, heading over to you. The pig immediately jumps from his grasp and into your arms. “It’s all in the technique.”

“Easy for you to say. He already knows you.” You grumble.

“Now what you’re gonna want to do is come up behind him. He's a big fella so in order to hold him down you’ll need to straddle him like this and place your hands down firmly on his back. That way he’ll know to stay put,” Eddie says getting into position, his boots digging in the dirt for some leverage. “He’ll tussle with ya a little but it’s only because he’s not used to being handled by other humans. He’s still a little frantic with me even after all these years. I saved him from the slaughterhouse so it comes with the territory.”

“You mean you weren’t going to turn him into bacon?”

“No, sugar, Wilbur’s family. Now get up on here with me. Don’t put too much of your weight on him. Only just enough to hold him down.” He instructs.

You follow suit, straddling the pig and placing your hands over Eddie’s before looking back over your shoulder at him. “Like this?”

“Just like that, sugar. You’re a natural. See? Now I’m just gonna go ahead and get up and you’ll take the—”

“What? No, don’t leave me! He’ll just shake me off again.” You protest.

Sure enough, the pig began to shake the both of you off its back, side to side until you both fell back into the soil. You fall right into Eddie’s lap and he instinctively grips your hips hard, causing you to let out a yelp and scramble out of his grasp.

You sat on your knees, looking at him with wide eyes and he returned with the same expression. The blush on his face intensifies and you follow the way his hands rush to pull the cowboy hat from his head to hold against his lap.

He quickly looks away from you, clearing his throat.

“You’ve got—erm, your bikini bra…” You’ve never seen him so flustered. So speechless. You eish you could relish in it but when you realize exactly what he’s insinuating, you feel your cheeks begin to heat up as you wish the world will swallow you whole.

Your tit is hanging out for the world to see. A fucking nipple slip! Why did God cease at nothing to make you the butt of every joke?

You briskly adjust your bra, shaking in your boots. The itching desire to run heavy on your mind.

“I-I s-should go,” Your shaky legs somehow allow you to stand as you peer down at him. “Have a good evening, Mr. Munson.”

You stiffly power walk your way to the small cottage home to gather your discarded clothes on the porch. Eddie’s large hand rests on your shoulder.

“Wait! I can’t send you off like this. You’ll track mud in your car.”

“It’s not like I haven’t done that before.” You scoff.

“Why don’t you shower here and I’ll offer you some fresh clothes? I’ll be making my stir fry in case you're hungry.”

“You being nice to me all of a sudden, Mr. Munson?” You ask, raising an eyebrow. “Can’t help but think there’s some kind of hidden agenda.”

He smiles a genuine 100-watt smile. “No, sugar. I’m just extending some needed hospitality is all.”

—————

You pull on the long sleeved t-shirt Eddie offered you, studying its logo. A horned demon, swords, dice and so on.

“It’s my old high school club t-shirt.” He says, coming to sit beside you on the couch.

“You were in a Dungeons and Dragons club?”

“You know D’N’D?”

“Know it?! I loved that game.” You say, excitedly.

“I didn’t think kids in your generation still played that game.” He laughs.

“Oh, yeah,” You nod. “I was a dungeon master. My campaigns were fire. Anyone who’d joined my games would always go around telling their friends to come see me in action.”

“No way! I was a dungeon master, too! I took it a little too seriously at times but it was like my second passion,” He looks you up and down. “I would have never thought someone like you would be into that kinda stuff.”

“I’ll ignore your sly comment to clarify that I wasn’t always like this back in high school.”

“What do you mean?” He asks.

“Well, you heard my dad. I used to be a goody two-shoes. A nerd. And I even dressed the part, too. The old me would’ve totally geeked at your Hobbit poem. I’m different now though.”

“What’s so wrong about being a nerd?” He inquires, scooting closer to you.

“I used to get bullied everyday. Boys would ignore me. Even the geeks would only ever see me as a friend. When I got to university, that all changed. Everyone wanted me.”

“I think if I’d known you then, we’d probably be good friends.”

“Yeah right. I seemed like the bad boy type who falls for the cheerleader. You wouldn’t have looked twice in my direction.”

“No,” Eddie says firmly, staring you intensely in the eyes. “I would see you.”

He repeats for emphasis. “I see you.”

You swallow the hard lump in your throat, choking back tears. You’ve never felt so vulnerable. It’s strange to be so open with a man who 5 days ago you would have choked with your bare hands.

“Besides,” He says, breaking the silence. “I think it’s you who would have ignored me. I’m not the bad boy you think I am. Sure, I was a bit of a troublemaker here and there. But I was a huge geek, too. Hadn’t even lost my virginity until age 36. A year after my release. No girl wanted to fuck me back in high school. I was ‘the freak’. To some people today, I still am one regardless if I’m innocent.”

“I would’ve believed you’re innocent. I’d have been by your side, too. Us, geeks, have to stick together, yeah?”

He huffs out a laugh. “Yeah.”

There’s that magnetic pull again. The attraction that makes you want to be as close to him as possible. You resist not wanting to make that move again but he takes the initiative, leaning in further only this time you're interrupted once again with the sound of your phone ringing. You throw a silent fit in your head. Eddie’s just as frustrated, expelling a long duration of air from his nose.

“Hello.” You say, answering the phone.

“Hey, baby,” A familiar voice says on the line. “It’s been months. I still think about our time in Venice and this spring fever is only making it harder to ignore.”

Now the memories come flooding in. It’s an ex-fling you met while studying abroad in Italy during your freshman year of university. The man who’d taken your virginity and showed you the ropes to popularity. The moment you left Italy you expected him to call you back but he immediately ghosted you. From then on, you became the maneater you are today.

“What do you want?”

You, of course. I hear you are back in your hometown. Luckily for you, I am doing some research here and I was wondering—-“

“Luckily for me? Are you on drugs, Stefan? I don’t care if you want me. You could forget my number and then you’ll forget me. Have a goodnight.” You quickly hang up the call, ignoring his pleas.

“Is everything alright?” Eddie asks, noticing the way you’re hyperventilating.

“I am now,” You sigh. “That was my ex. He was also my first. He treated me like shit made me feel stupid and like I needed him as if he created me. And back then, I felt like I did need him. Then he ghosted me. It felt good to give him a piece of my mind although I wish I could have said more.”

“I think you said enough. I’m certain you hit him where it hurts.” He laughs.

“I should probably go.” You say, standing up from the couch to grab your coat.

“What happened to staying for dinner?” He asks.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Munson”

“Eddie. You can call me Eddie.”

“Eddie,” You say, testing his name on your tongue. You’re not exactly sure if you’re ready to be this informal with him despite your almost kisses and the boob slip incident. “I’m sorry but his call has left me shaken. I think I need to be in the company of my girls.”

“You mean, the girls who got you into trouble and left you behind? The ones your parents warned you to stay away from?”

“Come on, dude, I need this. It’s not like you can give me great advice about guys.”

“I could. Considering I am one.”

“Well, I don’t think we’re close enough for that kind of session.”

“We just had this whole heart to heart. I thought we were seeing some improvement in our friendship.” Eddie says.

“We’re friends?”

“Us, geeks, stick together?”

“That’s just an oath. Doesn’t exactly confirm a friendship between us.”

He exhales deeply, trying to contain his anger. “Well, I guess you wouldn’t mind if I tell your father about your little hangout.”

“Are you blackmailing me?” Your eyes narrow at him.

“That would suggest that I’d be getting anything of value out of this which I wouldn’t be. Therefore, no this isn’t blackmail but it is definitely a threat. I don’t care if we’re friends. I don’t care to be your friend, sugar. But as the more responsible adult between us, I think it’s within our best interest that you don’t hang out with the people who cause you to commit crimes. So, I think I’ll be taking you home, hmm?”

“And what about my car?”

“I’ll take good care of it for tonight. I’ll pick you up tomorrow for your next job.” He smiles smugly.

If looks could kill, he’d be 7 feet under and you’d already be in hell.

————

Eddie pulls up to the front of your house. The whole ride there had been silent. You angrily gather your things, hurriedly trying to exit his van.

“Have a goodnight, sugar!” He shouts as you slam the door in his face.

Once you’re inside, you do the routine process of angrily ranting out your annoyance with farmer Munson while stomping angrily up the stairs. Your family used to this by now simply goes about business as usual.

You dial up Tana and after a couple rings she answers. “Hey, bitch! I was just about to text you the news. Did you hear who’s in town?”

“Yeah, Stefan, I know. How’d you know?”

“He's been calling me nonstop asking for you. Says he wants to talk to you.”

“I already did. Told him to fuck off,” You say. “And I thought I’d feel a lot better about it but I don’t know. Maybe it’s because I didn’t get to stomp on his weirdly-shaped small dick.”

“Oh, yeeahh. I remember the dick pic he sent you. It is weird, isn’t it? Like an undeveloped banana. Anywho…you wanna get high at my place and watch America’s Next Top Model reruns. I’ve got Jell-O shots.” She singssongs the last statement.

“I can’t remember. I’m on lockdown,” You sigh. “If I get into any more trouble or I might as well hand over a contract of my soul to the devil.”

“Bitch, you are a grown woman. These are the best years of our lives where we’re supposed to live it to the fullest. Sneak out! I’m coming over to pick you up.”

“Tana, n—” But she’s already hung up the call. Sometimes, you really hate this girl. With no choice, you’re forced to make a plan.

Firstly, you create a human-shaped pile in your bed, disguising it with your comforter. Next, you’ll be climbing out of your window and quietly land on your lawn. Finally, you enter your friend’s car and you’ll be homefree.

Although, the climb is a lot more daunting than you anticipated. It seemed like a lot of a higher jump from where you are standing. Tana’s car pulls in and she rushes out to jump up and wave, whisper-yelling to encourage you to do it.

“Tana, this is fucking crazy. You always make me do crazy shit.” You yell down at her.

“But it’s all for the sake of fun experiences.” She retorts. “Come on and jump. Be the bad bitch, you are. Think for a second. WWBD: What would Beyonce do?”

“She'd probably fire you as a friend.” You growl.

“Fair enough.”

“Okay, I’m ready to jump. Just be ready to catch me.”

“What?” Before Tana could register what you meant, you jumped, hurtling into her arms and straight to the ground.

“Huh, that wasn’t so bad.” You smile.

“Yeah, because I’m the one breaking your fall.” Tana groans.

“Payback’s a bitch, love.”

—————

“So, is the farmer plowing your garden?” Tana asks, while applying mascara to your eyelashes.

“Tana!”

“What? That’s got to be the only reason you’re officially over Stefan.” She says.

“I was already over Stefan. Eddie’s just my headache.”

“You’re on first name bases with him. Oh, you are definitely fucking him.”

“I’m not!” You insist.

“And did you say Eddie? That’s the infamous Eddie Munson. How could I have not seen the connection? He’s so hot. Is that okay to say about a murderer?”

“He’s not a murderer.” You quickly defend him causing Tana to raise her hands in surrender.

“Yikes, I’m sorry I didn't mean to offend your friend.”

“He’s not my…well, he is. But…he’s not a murderer. He never killed her. I did some digging on the internet and this town used to be really strange back then. Not how it is now. I don’t know but the circumstances in all the deaths that happened back in ‘86 are all too weird. No human could do the things that I’ve seen done to those corpses.”

“Bummer. Guess we’ll never know who did it. I hear people who know of this case still harass him to this day. It’s no wonder he practically lives off the grid.” Tana sighs. A knock at her front door leads her away and you’re alone to ponder your thoughts.

An overwhelming need to comfort Eddie hits you as you thought back to the moment he’d asked you to stay for dinner. You assumed it was all a ploy to get into your pants but now you realize that he’d genuinely enjoyed the little company he’d gotten.

You hear Tana’s footsteps and a set of another coming up the stairs and before you could get a chance to tell her that you’ll be leaving, she enters the room with your ex.

“What the hell is this?” You sneer.

“I just thought maybe you should hear him out.” Tana says with an anxious smile.

“I’m out of here.” You say, grabbing your jacket from her bed.

“Where are you going? Your car’s not here.” Tana rushes down the stairs after you.

“I’ll walk!” You hiss over your shoulder, pulling the door open where you’re unfortunately met with the presence of your father, brother, and the devil himself.

“Mr. Munson? Dad? What the hell are you all doing here?”

“Funny, I was just about to ask you the same thing.” Your father says.

Stefan steps out from behind you, handing you a piece of paper. “I can see that it is a bad time, mi cara. Please, call me when you can. It’s a new number since you’ve blocked my old one.”

With that, he acknowledges the men before him with a nod and leaves. It’s not lost on you that Eddie stares him down with a dirty look on his face before his eyes land back on you.

“If I could just explain...” You begin.

“No, y/n, I’m sick of your excuses. You sneak off at night to god knows where. You reek of pot and booze. Is this the type of example you want to set for your younger brother? He’ll be graduating next year. Should anticipate that his time in university will consist of lollygagging around instead of focusing on his career?”

You look over to your brother who, instead of carrying a smirk, he had a look of genuine concern for you.

“I was just having fun.”

“Is that all you can think about? When did fun require drugs and alcohol and committing crimes?! Fun for you used to be attending cosplaying conventions, not vandalizing properties and drunk driving.”

“Well, I’m not that anymore so you could fucking stop clinging to the past.” You yell.

Your father is taken aback and you could faintly see the waterline rising in his eyes. “Get in the car. Now!”

You shoot Eddie an angry look. “Us, geeks, stick together? Forget anything I ever said about believing in you.”

Your heart twinges at the shattered look on his face at your statement. No longer wanting to see the extent of your blow, you brush past him and follow your father’s command.

“As for you, young lady,” your father points to Tana. “I will be in touch with your parents regarding your misconduct.”

Tana’s mouth drops in complete shock at this revelation and for a moment you actually are proud of your dad.

————-

You plop yourself onto your bed, crying your eyes out. Not even really crying for yourself but for Eddie. How could you have been so cruel to him? All for the reason that he cares enough about you to make sure you aren’t getting into trouble. There’s no way he’d ever forgive you for the way you spoke to him.

A knock on your door calls to your attention. You reluctantly answer, knowing you’ll be getting yet another punishment. You’re surprised to find your brother, Aspen, at the door.

“What do you want, twerp?” You say.

“You should really apologize to dad. You made him cry. I’ve never seen him like that.” He says.

“I know. It’s just that I hate when people remind me that I was…a loser. I didn’t mean to be so awful to him, though.”

“You were never a loser. In fact, I used to think you were pretty cool. I wanted to be comfortable in my weirdness as you were. I’m happy that you’re finding yourself and all. But you don’t have to change who you are to appease anyone. Not even dad. It’s your life, sis. If you like drinking and partying, that’s okay. If you like reading nerdy books and cosplaying, that’s okay, too. As long as it’s something you want to do and not something you do to make people like you. So stop acting like you’re some psycho fembot that wants to spend the rest of her life in and out of jail.”

“Wow, Aspen, I’m impressed. I did not know you could speak incoherent sentences.” You tease, pulling him into a hug.

“Fuck off.” He laughs, struggling to free from your tight embrace.

————

The next day, after some time to think of your apologies. You began with your father. He admitted to you that he was scared of the thought of you growing up and not needing him and let’s just say that the two of you ended up bawling in each other’s arms and confessing your love and appreciation for one another by the end of it. Your busy event planner mother stumbled into the scene both heartwarmed and confused.

The next one is going to be a tough one for you. But you felt prepared with a handy long written note in your hand in case you needed to find the right words.

However, the moment you arrived on his farm and were met with the look of indifference on his face, you began to break down sobbing. Hard. The thought letter long abandoned to the ground.

His demeanor immediately softens, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“I-I’m s-so sorry….you…friend…mean…,” You gasp an unintelligible apology through your tears. “Bitchy…geeks…believe you…stupid pig Wilbur…never would have met a great man like youuuu.”

He gives you a small smile, pulling you into his embrace. “I know, I know.”

“Understand?” You ask.

“Yes, sugar. I understand what you said. Crystal clear.”

“Accept?”

“Yes, I accept your apology.” Eddie laughs.

“You don’t hate me?”

“I never hated you. Even when you’re being an annoying brat. ” He says.

“Good,” You sniffle, pulling away from him to wipe your tears and compose yourself. “I’m happy we’re friends again.”

“Friends? Who said anything about friends?” He quips before patting your shoulder. “Yeah, we’re friends again.”

“Now you could get to work and then later you can make me that stir fry that I've been dying to try.” You beam, skipping into his home.

“Only if you’re a good girl.” He challenges.

For the day, the two of you would groom the horses together. Of course, you were still quite jumpy and the bougie princess he knows you to be but it was nothing he didn’t find amusing about it anyway.

“You should seriously take a look at my note though. I really thought out all the things I had to say for you. My weeping apology was only the tip of the iceberg.”

“I don’t know. I don’t think anything in that note will top that moment but I’ll take your word for it.”

“Read it when you’re alone though. I don’t want to see your face when you read it.”

“Why?”

“Because I know you’ll be all smug about.” You say, rolling your eyes.

“And you say you hardly know me,” He chuckles then switches to a serious, gruff tone. “So…Stefan…he’s a looker. Thinking about going back on your word to end things with him.”

You laugh. “I’m playing it by ear. He says he’s changed but that’s every jerks’ favorite line.”

“Just let him know that if he ever hurts you, I’ll kick his ass.” He threatens.

You step into Eddie’s space, his face flushes at the close proximity. Your hand raises up to cradle his heated cheek. “You couldn’t hurt a fly, Edward Allan Munson.”

Lost in your eyes, he fails to notice you tug the joint nuzzled behind his ears. Until you raise it up to his face with a knowing smile. “You smoke weed?”

“Baby, I used to be a dealer. In fact, I still grow my own supply.”

“No way.”

“Oh yeah. Maybe I was the freak but those jocks and cheerleaders were begging for a piece of my supply.”

“You wouldn’t mind if we smoke this one together.” You suggest.

“After your father chewed you out for it last night?”

“He knows I do it. And I learned this morning, after our heart-to-heart, that he was once a pothead, too. And now that I know that you are also a pothead, not only does this confirm my personal theory that most people smoke weed but also this makes our friendship so much more interesting.”

“You’re starting to throw that whole ‘friendship’ word around a lot more enthusiastically now.”

“My friend’s a dealer. I’m going to take full advantage of that.” You loop your arm around his guiding him to an empty stable so you can both fall against the hay.

He picks the hay from his hair, laughing. “I don’t even have a lighter and the fumes are not safe for the animals.”

“Babe,” You say almost insulted. “I always carry a lighter. You never know when you’ll find yourself in an impromptu smoke session or possibly get lost in the middle of the woods. Besides, we released the animals into the field for their little recess. We’re the only animals left here. Just you and me.”

“Alright, fine I guess we’re doing this. Don’t tell your dad about this, though. This will just be a one time thing.”

“Mhm, yeah sure, bud,” You say nonchalantly, busying yourself with lighting the joint. You hand over the joint to him and he protests, wanting you to take the first hit. You oblige. “It’s your joint. Don’t you know the rules? The one who bringeth, smoke..eth.”

“You wanted it badly so I let you take it first.”

“I didn’t want it ‘badly’. I’m not a fucking addict,” You laugh, bellowing out a puff of smoke. “I just thought it’d be a nice bonding moment. Wanna see how you get when you’re high.”

“It’s nothing special. I’m the same as I am now.” He shrugs.

“You mean, ‘a stick in the mud’?”

He bumps you with his shoulder causing you to lay back against the hay.

“You jerk, I just pick all that out of my hair.”

“Serves you right. Now hand me the joint. You’re hogging it,” He tries to reach for it but you raise it above your head. “You’re such a tease.

He attempts to reach for it again, falling on top of you. His full weight on your body is so damn delicious it takes everything in you not to moan. It doesn’t help that the weed has heightened your senses making you feel EVERYTHING. The way his hot breath feels tickling your neck along with the way his curls on his head gently caress your skin as he reaches for the joint. He seems oblivious to the state he leaves you in even after he’s gotten it until he lets out a puff of smoke in the air then looks back down at you once again. It’s evident he can see the darkened lust in your eyes because of the way his adam’s apple bobs in his throat. He suddenly feels so thirsty and it isn’t because of the weed.

Afraid a moment like this will be interrupted once again, you lunge forward attacking his lips. He’s caught fullg by surprise, a strangled moan swallowed up in your frenzied fit of passion. You’re the one controlling the kiss, forcing him to roll on his back so you can grind down on the sizable erection in his jeans. The friction from the fabric of your lace underwear and the rough denim of his jeans are an undefeated combination against your puffy clit, sending flood after flood of your wetness to pool between your legs.

The kisses are sloppy. Your hands are everywhere; in his hair, yanking his shirt for dear life. His hands cup your face before entwining in your hair then they’re around your neck, unable to keep them still because he’d like to feel every part of you just as you wish to do to him. Every so often growls would escape your lips as you grind harder and harder against him.

“Fuck, Eddie, you feel so fucking good.” You whisper desperately into his ear.

“So do you, sugar. Ain’t even inside you yet and I’m already about to blow.” He groans, sweaty forehead pressed against your own.

“Can I fuck you, Mr. Munson?” You plead.

And the whine Eddie lets out confirms that it won’t be happening anytime soon. You look between your bodies, seeing the dark, wet patch on his jeans then back up at him.

He’s obviously embarrassed. “I’m sorry. It’s been a while.”

“That’s okay. Um, this was…this was really spontaneous.” You don’t immediately get off, wanting more and hoping he’d give you more so that he can make you cum, too.

Instead he grabs you by waist, lifting you off him in a hurry. “I’m sorry. I need to—-this was a mistake.”

And once again, he leaves you to your thoughts. All you could do is stare as he grew smaller and smaller in the distance, while you began to feel smaller and smaller on the inside.

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[cb97breathing]

THE WOLF KING - A BANG CHAN SERIES

Pairing: Bang Chan x Afab! Reader

Theme: Fluff, Smut, Angst, Fantasy AU, Werewolf!Chan, MDNI

Word Count:

Summary: Long before you were born the war between the kingdoms of humans and supernatural creatures began. No one ever knew the true cause of it, but humans were forbidden to ever enter the woods that bordered their lands. But you were never one to follow laws, you had always felt drawn to the beauty of the woods and never have you once felt in danger there. One day you come across a large black wolf watching you in the distance. It never approached you, but it watched you as you would lay against a tree in the sunlight and read your favorite books. From that moment on you would always see it, watching you. You felt as if it was protecting you. You would smile at it and never dare go near it. Little did you know, that the wolf who watched you carefully, was not just any wolf, but also a man, the man they called the wolf king.

Preview: "From the moment I first saw you in those woods, I knew you were meant to be mine."

A/N: Please do not repost or translate my work! Let me know if you wish to be on the tagged list.

THE MASTERLIST:

~ THE PROLOGUE ~ CHAPTER ONE: MY LITTLE PUP ~ CHAPTER TWO: BATHED IN MOONLIGHT ~ CHAPTER THREE: OUR LUNA ~ CHAPTER FOUR: WRITTEN IN THE STARS ~ CHAPTER FIVE: HONEY AND ROSES ~ CHAPTER SIX: WOLFSBANE ASH ~ CHAPTER SEVEN: OURS ~ CHAPTER EIGHT: UGLY DUCKLING ~ CHAPTER NINE: MINE TO LOVE ~ CHAPTER TEN: A LOVE THAT CONSUMES ~ CHAPTER ELEVEN: YOUR OURS

#stray kids fanfic #stray kids smut #bang chan fanfic #bang chan smut #seo changbin fanfic #seo changbin smut #han jisung fanfic #han jisung smut #kim seungmin fanfic #kim seungmin smut #lee felix smut #lee felix fanfic #hwang hyunjin fanfic #hwang hyunjin smut #lee know fanfic #lee know smut #yang jeongin fanfic #yang jeongin smut

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

hello, i am the anon who asked about fairy tales that eventually became vesuviella (loved that series btw) i was just wondering if you ever got around to answering what fairy tales do suit each of the m6??

The Arcana Mini-HCs: M6 as fairy tales

~ anon friend I am so sorry XD here you go (also, man, I really need to finish that fic ...) HEAR ME OUT ~

Julian: Jack and the Beanstalk - who else do you know who would trade his last assets for three beans because an old man asked nicely, break into a castle, and then survive by talking his way out of it?

Asra: Thumbelina - it's whimsical, it involves talking animals and unpredictable twists and turns, and it ends when they're finally able to make their own space for them and their soulmate to share

Nadia: Rapunzel - do we even have to get into specifics? there's a tower, alienated family, beautiful hair, a love interest who helps her out of her shell, and a devilish Mother Gothel who's wary of her power

Muriel: The Ugly Duckling - no he's not ugly, but he's sure been led to think he is, hasn't he? He had to grow up by himself without knowing why he was the way he was, but now he's discovering his beauty!

Portia: The Little Mermaid - "she wants to be, where the people are -" seriously though, she grew up in a small town, found her love after leaving, faced down a blue-and-black magic infused MILF ...

Lucio: The Emperor's New Clothes - so a trickster told him they'd find him a new look, made off with the goods, and then left him bare and exposed until he learned his lesson of humility and got a fresh start?

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #the arcana game #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

[zhaozi]

the core control mild has is just so impressive.

#mild lapassalan #mild lapassalan jiravechsoontornkul #ugly duckling #kiss the series #wjmild #m:gifs

[dailyreverie]

Adore you

Part of the Your Wish is my Command universe

A/N: Requested by @dameronshandholder 💖 thank you so much for sending one in! This one ended up being 700 words of Poe being a sweetheart (and tbh exactly what I need rn). I hope you enjoy this warm Poe hug 😊

@flufftober - Day 4 Cinderella Moment (the "ugly duckling" gets their moment to shine)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Solo!reader

Word count: 763

Flufftober masterlist || SERIES MASTERLIST

If there was something Poe truly admired about you, it was your quiet dedication. You always knew just what to say and when to say it, your words carrying an intelligent and thoughtful touch. Even during missions, your first instinct was to praise your team and share the credit with them. "I don't need anyone kissing the ground I walk on," you had once remarked, prompting a playful roll of Poe's eyes. He respects your work, applauds it every time he can, but sometimes he wishes you would let others see how hard you worked.

Poe's wish came true when you returned from a week-long mission, one that had started with you sifting through intel at your desk and eventually leading your squad to investigate a supposed First Order station. Your departure had been a quick, hidden kiss behind crates, but your return was met with cheers and applause. 

He sees you come back victorious, like a bounty hunter who was about to get their life's worth in credits. The word had spread quickly, and soon not only the general, but most of the base went up to you. He sees you from afar, not able to contain the proud smile that begins to form on his face and the warmth in his chest that creeps up when he sees the praise you are receiving from everyone. With everyone clapping and cheering your cheeks begin to hurt from smiling and laughing; your mother goes up to hug you and whispers something in your ear that Poe can only guess is a confirmation of how proud she is of you, your own squad pushing you to receive the recognition you deserve. He could spend all day every day hearing all the wonderful things about you that you are getting from everyone, just to make you see that everything he sees in you is true.

From his spot far away from the crowd, Poe can see the sudden flicker of your eyes among the multitude that surrounds you, your search for him evident in his eyes, to which he can’t help but chuckle. You find him as if you had heard him, your cheeks immediately heating up from the way he’s looking at you alone, welcoming and shining, ignoring every rule of discretion you may have set before. If it were for you, you would ignore everyone else and run towards him, wrap your arms around him, and let yourself melt in the sweet nothings you knew he was saving for your ears only. 

When the crowd finally dissipates he’s still standing there, the same glorious smile on his face waiting for you when you finally go up to him.

"Lieutenant," Poe greeted you with a nod, his smile revealing the depth of his feelings.

"Commander," you replied, your cheeks still flushed. "All of this attention feels a bit much." You did your best to remain professional in your words, knowing people could still be around, but deep inside, you yearned for Poe to whisk you away to his quarters and let you forget about the mission entirely.

“Are you kidding me? Sweetheart, what you did was amazing. You deserve every praise, and every cheer, and every hug everyone wants to give to you.” Poe declared, his hands gently caressing your shoulders with subtle motions to keep your focus on him. "I'm so glad that everyone can now see what I see. That you see what I see."

“Thanks, Poe.” Your words choke on your throat. You didn’t expect to get emotional, but the way he speaks makes tears begin to sting the corners of your eyes, his kind and beautiful eyes only emphasizing every word he says. 

"I'm incredibly proud of you," Poe continued, his eyes looking around to ensure privacy before brushing away a stray tear that had escaped. "Always."

“Maker, I must be exhausted.” You chuckle as you justify your emotions, sniffing and wiping away your tears. “And I missed you, so damn much, which is probably why I’m getting so emotional.”

“I missed you too.” Poe joins your laughter and hugs you close to his chest, rocking you side to side softly. In the middle of his tight embrace, you can hear him whispering one more “I’m proud of you” against the top of your head where he seals the words with a lingering press of his lips.

Reluctantly, you pulled apart, but your hands lingered, promising a reunion after your mission debrief with the General. At that moment, you both knew that the sweetest reward awaited in each other's arms.

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